As we approached, they asked us to be quiet and listen. Not a word, not a peep. All we could hear and feel was the cold wind, that chills you to the bone. We waited for the sound. They call it: The White Thunder, as she breaks and calves into the sea.
|Photo Location:||, United States of America|
|Camera:||Canon EOS 5D Mark III|
|Copyright:||© Garrisson Peña|