The discussion of beauty and fitness a few posts ago reminded me of a brisk autumn morning last year on the beautiful island of San Juan.
The scene: a kayaking expedition. The location: low tide at Snug Harbor. Looking for killer whales, but not finding them.
Instead, a harbor seal colony. And many, many pleasure boats.
Literally out of the blue, we watched an eagle swoop low onto the seaweed-covered rocks.
In its talons, like a ragdoll with a broken neck, one unlucky cormorant.
And one hungry eagle.
So while in the eyes of the philosopher beauty and fitness may remain undefined, I daresay that from the kayaker’s perspective both are easy to identify.
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