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Close Encounters of the Dolphin Kind

Dolphin watching is fun. Trying to get it consistently on camera is work. If you see one, you instinctively video that spot, but , of course, he has moved on somewhere else and it may not be linear. While waiting for the 4th fireworks display we saw all kinds of marvelous things. A school of dolphins (why school?) were romping along the seawall. We chose the fireworks at the Pier mainly because right next door is the Vinoy, our park of choice. So you get to sit right next to the bay and, if you choose, sit on the seawall, a concrete abutment level with the ground. It was here that I was able to catch a couple guys right below me.



These pictures are the dolphin(s) playing about 50 feet away.


They put on a good show while waiting for dusk and the fireworks display.


Getting closer to me.  The seawall is probably 5 or 6 feet above the water.  If you sit on the wall your feet are only 3 feet or so from getting wet.  Even as docile as these creatures are, it's still pretty unnerving to have them swim under neath you.   




And then, while sitting on the seawall, this guy swam under my feet.



You may have to replay a couple of times, but you can definitely hear him breath in.  Turn up your sound for the best effect.

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