Silhouettes and profiles, oranges and blacks. And the white dry bark of mangroves that died more than 20 years ago when the area was uplifted. And the ropy lava all broken up, looking like stalagmites raised to the skies. And the few clouds that threaten with the last shower of a late rainy season. And lava that flowed in 1825, observed from the other shore, from a sailboat of days now gone, The Tartar, and described by Benjamin Morrell as if " the heavens appeared to be one blaze of fire, intermingled with millions of falling stars and meteors."
And Homo sapiens, the species that has changed the face of the world, peacefully walking on basalt that has seen just a few of those steps before. We enter in the cycle of life; we are part of the colors and the balance of an island that knows nothing about fears. We are here to breathe the pureness of the air, to dream we are again those innocent creatures, Homo sapiens that do no harm to planet earth.
On Fernandina one can dream.
Water Temperature: 69 F
