“God save thee, Ancient Mariner! from the fiends that plague thee thus!
Why lookst thou so?”

“With my crossbow
I SHOT THE ALBATROSS!”

“I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay dead like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Photographed September 25, 2014