Dolphin Address 7 2003
29 juni 2003
Also if after some insistence of 'sound signatures' with dived up stones, Dusty does not answer there is plenty to go to in her domain. Some housing is erectable or convertible, that of Dusty is elevating. At high tide you need to dive 4 meter more to reach the seabed. After a cool calculation Galway Bay, until the Aran Islands, covers a surface of about 1500 square kilometers.
Every six hours 1500.000.000 x 4 = 6000.000.000 cubic meters of sea water is moved. As if a key got stuck. This all together weighs well over 6 billion tons. To put this in picture: these are one million lorry's weighing 6 tons each, that drive day and night and this is only the top layer. The average depth of Galway bay is approximately 20 meter.
But what a dusty comparison to the Underwave. Because however you look at it, there is something passable in this world, something that warms us in all that cold water. The jellyfish hang out like antique twilighting with lots of stained brown and yellow weeds, ribbed, curled or otherwise sprung to the draw of the water.
Islets of broken shell sand harbor a wondrous lucid shine and rival the mirroring surface. Unrolling stones, like hip caricatures, wave their long hair weeds. Sand patterned wash screens are deposited in biometrical structures, bordered by a dark top lining with tumbling flurries of granule. It's always there and always different, like a tidal dairy for insiders. For if something flows, it's moving down there.
Often the weeds are slid by the surge. The seabed, the sand, the boulders lie still. But if you just helter-skeltered down and look at the weeds, these are standing still and 'what's happening', the seabed is sliding back and forth. Before you know your whereabouts, the whole bedlam is in your head and you dizzy up.
In this world you got to fin tight, keep cool and love life with a grim grin.
Jan Ploeg, Fanore Beach, June 29th 2003
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