Saturday, June 30, 2007
Just a Question
There's always activity at the fish pier in Chatham. Commercial fishing boats unload fish by the sloppy buckets-full. I turn my eyes toward other sights like the Corps of Engineer's dredging barge, the seals, the barrier islands across the harbor.
I knew what this fellow was dragging across the parking lot to the fish store. I'd seen him unloading the lobsters from a boat, minutes earlier.
This was their last contact with sea air and freedom - a last ocean water bath.
As I looked up at this sign I felt a little twinge.
The Gray Seals hang around the fish pier. Look at those eyes. What is he saying? What is he asking? (OK. I know you characters out there are going to say he's thinking "Throw me some chum, please.") (Click on that picture and tell me I'm wrong!) My hubby and I just felt sad looking at that face. Do seals feel? I guess we're just getting old.
And then he went below, trailing mystery - leaving behind only a few ripples and an unasked question.
PS: I promise to stop posting these melancholy existential posts. Maybe :0)