To the Sea, to the Sea

A video is worth 560 words.

These are sea turtle hatchlings leaving the nest and meeting their ocean for the first time.

Comments

Geoffrey Philp said…

Lisa, why not send it here:
http://blog.ted.com/2010/08/13/imogen-heap-wants-your-nature-film/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+TEDBlog+(TEDBlog)

I haven't read the guidelines, but it's worth a shot!

August 13, 2010 at 11:58 AM

Lisa Shaw said…

Thanks, Geoffrey. I finally got the uploads to work.

August 17, 2010 at 11:05 AM

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