We went for a walk on the beach on a chilly Sunday morning.
On top of being invigorating, it filled the soul with soothing beauty.
Not all is ugly in the world, even though human behaviour often makes it seem that way.
What drew me to the beach was the sea fog, or vapour as
it’s referred to in these parts.
It’s created when the air is colder than the water…
which is hard to imagine that is the case for the chilly waters of the Bay of Fundy!
Then, because it was such a low tide, I got distracted by the rocky formations that are normally part of the sea floor, and are only visible to us at low tide or, if incredibly hardy, when diving in these waters.
Boo’s happy trot down a cool sandy beach.
When it’s this cold, his nose must be buried in the seaweed to detect any interesting tidbits the birds may have left for him.
He didn’t even notice the dead seal.
It sure caught my attention.
And it’s easier for me to inspect the dead carcass when it’s cold…no smell:)
This one died from a bullet wound.
Washed in by the tides, it will eventually be picked apart by the birds or be carried back out to the ocean. Where the salt water will continue cleaning the carcass, eventually washing the bleached bones back to shore.
Such is the cycle of life.
Which makes me wonder why people are so shocked and surprised when confronted with something that is dead.
Intellectually, we all know all living beings will die at some point.
We all know that death will occur by whatever means possible…causes of death are endless.
It mostly boils down to predators, including crazy humans…survival of the fittest, etc.
So why is it we are always, without fail, so shocked/scared/sad?
Is it fear?