I remember finding a square, floppy, 45rpm record, inside of a National Geographic Magazine when I was young. When I placed it on the phonograph I heard the haunting songs of migrating whales.
I listened to it so often that I began to hear them in my dreams.
In the dream I would drop whatever I was doing, climb onto the roof and watch as thousands of whales migrated south for the winter. I would yell as loud as I could from the roof, "The whales are migrating! The whales are migrating! ", in hopes that my family and neighbors would come out side and see it as well.
I hadn’t had this dream in 30 years, until a few months ago.
Sitting around the dinner table with my wife and children , I heard the song of migrating whales. Knowing immediately what it was, I leapt from the table, grabbed my wife and kids and raced out the door yelling “The whales are migrating!! The whales are migrating!”. We stared at the sky, laughing like children, as thousands of singing whales, migrated south for the winter.
I did this image for my children, who always ask about the dream I had of singing whales.