Winter First Moon of the New Year
The Frigate Bird
This photo comes from the series on the Panama Canal, but I connected with these birds in Rio.
Abundant all along the way these graceful animals love the liminal zone where land and ocean meet.
The Ipanema Plaza, our hotel in Rio, had 17 floors with a coffee shop, swimming pool and lounge area open to the air. From that vantage point I watched these graceful birds sail the thermals created by the meeting of ocean air and the breezes coming off the land. They swing up and down with casual, almost lazy movement of their wings. Maybe once. Twice. Then the soaring continues.
Ipanema beach shines white in the mid-day sun and these birds flew in oval shaped patterns, watching the beach, the streets and whatever else can be seen from their height. It was balletic, an aerial gavotte. A composer could, I’m sure, develop a line of music from their regularity, floating up, then down, curving in a pass over the beach, then circling back, 
watching, always watching.
It was the purity of their line, the effortlessness of their flight, its calm, unhurried grace. That’s what took my heart.