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 Just outside of Deer Lake on our way west, we saw a figure by the side of the highway, standing still, looking quite majestic.

"Moose!" One of us called. "Moose!" the other one said almost immediately.

We were on Highway 1, travelling at 100 km/hr, in a single land with traffic in front and behind.

That is why there is no photo.

After arriving in Rocky Harbour, in Gros Morne National Park, we went to visit the Lobster Head lighthouse and hike the little trails around.

It was a warm still evening, the sun breaking through clouds on the vast expanse of the Gulf of St. Lawrence with an almost ecclesiastical mysticism. 

We both saw it, a 6 metre black curve in the ocean with a tidy dorsal fin. 

"Minke whale!" "Minke!"

The whale rose out of the water and reentered it in one short fluid arc, a short moment of eloquence. 

So that is why there is no photo of that.

Sometimes, having photograph evidence is not nearly so important as having experienced something with the naked eye and the excitement of having seen something unexpected and beautiful, just for us.