The immense cities lie basking on the beaches of the continent like whales that have taken to the land.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't know where to put whales. I'm sticking them here, but I don't have any reason for it.
I partied in every capital in Europe, basked on all the famous beaches, and good-timed it in South America, the South Seas, the Orient, and the more palatable portions of Africa.
Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents.
There are a number of things everyone can do to help protect whales.
How many whales do we really need? I figure five. One for each ocean.
The film 'The Cove' made people aware of the Japanese slaughter of whales.
There is a red sandy beach in the Minas Basin in Nova Scotia that is unlike any other shore landscape I have ever seen. The world's highest tides wash its shores, and the soft cliffs of Blomidon Provincial Park are constantly crumbling away; whole trees will occasionally slide down to the sea to decay slowly in the wind and brine.
A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
I'm in love with the city. You can impress an Australian with a city, but you can't impress them with a beach.
Most whale photos you see show whales in this beautiful blue water - it's almost like space.