The dawn is bluish still. Pelicans and painted storks fly over us, and the back water is teeming with life. Once in a while a fish leaps up and dives back into the water. As the boat moves slowly, he shares with me sea stories. Suddenly we notice a stretch of pink in the distance.
‘There they are!’, he says in a hushed voice. As we go closer, we see them. Some are standing tall and preening themselves, and the others, with their heads upside down, are eating critters. The dawn light accentuates the colour on their bodies.
finger on shutter…
the blur of pink turns
into flamingos
Icebox 