...it was early in the morning, Haro Strait, a note from a friend that whales were coming my way...
...I waited...it wasn't long before they appeared from down island...
...seeing them, in their manner of travel, and watching from where I was, brought feelings of nostaligia...
...the video is shaky, the whales were not close...
...the nostalgia is of what used to be and who they 'should' have been...
...enjoy the moments and these transients slowly moving on by...
...seeing this type of travel up Haro Strait, in the early morning, was always special and not uncommon for the Southern Residents...but that was then...
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