Look at that marble ray streaming like a jet! What an awesome planet we have. Read on about my adventures in diving at the Tubbataha Reefs in the third instalment of my essay, Close Encounters of the Wild Kind.
Let me borrow a few lines of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ Pied Beauty to help capture Tubbataha’s—and our world’s—manifold majesty:
Glory be to God for dappled things —
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: