david korte photographs

Rising thermals from the sea become a playground for kites. Scores of them soar and dive and play where the sea breeze climbs above the bluffs of Mamba Point in Monrovia. Their screech-and-trill makes me think of whinnying horses.

A game they play repeatedly, to drop a stick from high above, then plummet beneath the tumbling stick, snatching it as it falls. Sometimes a second kite will try to steal from the first, and they twist and dive in acrobatics, skimming out over the sea to rise on the next puff of breeze.