-a poem to set the tone
heading in car
down a lonely highway
accelerating into the unknown
Illuminated by headlights
enter a room filled with information
we are about
we are about to
baby sea turtles
and possibly a mother delivering
precious cargo to these shores
under the moonlight
a giant toad
night beach experience
walking with care
lit only by the faintest of lumens
so not to disturb the baby turtles
Many years ago I painted a batch of canvas bags for a show in New York city. On one of the bags I painted a sea turtle. I could not have predicted that 8 years later I would be standing on a beach, at night, in Southern Mexico, witnessing the miracle of hatching baby sea turtles.
-turtle bag NYC Seed and Soil show 2007
This is a miraculous event considering the journey turtle mothers make just to get to these shores in order to lay their eggs. It appears to be left up to complete chance whether or not these baby turtles will make it back into their marine environment.
Similar to ants, although with a little less grace a multitude of baby turtles crawl out from a small hole in the sand, all over the beach little baby turtles shuffling their way to the ocean, some with more luck than others.