beautiful bones in the dry air

Yesterday, a morning at the Museo de la Ballenas here in La Paz, a wonderful young man taking us through the timeline of proto whales and their descendants, the contemporary cetaceans. You can touch, he assured me as I reached out my hand to compare it to the beautiful bones in the dry air. So much to look at, to think about, and the memory of the humpbacks we saw breaching off the other coast on (was it) Saturday morning. On our way to the Malecon for lunch, the tiniest hummingbird, a Costa’s, I think, hovering at eye level in the bougainvillea.

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