When a seal loses its mother, it's called a "howler." Because it calls—quietly but incessantly—until the sea answers or its strength fades. On many coasts, its voices have become rarer. Storms, plastic, nets, boats—too many boundaries for a life that began in the rhythm of the tides. This work represents the vulnerability of beginnings. For the moment when nature depends on us—and we decide whether to hear it.
