I distinctly remember the first time I watched high definition television at home. My husband, as a reward for a new job, got a horrifically large (to me) TV and signed up for an HDTV cable package. Nothing about seeing news anchors’ pores that clearly seemed worth the money to me, and I don’t watch televised sports that aren’t the Olympics, so that didn’t do it either.
And then Planet Earth from the BBC came on. And I never looked back or complained about ridiculously large electronics again.
It was so beautiful, so big and clear. I watched every episode and related show repeatedly. Then Blue Planet came along. I’ve watched it almost every year since. Giant screens and HD and BBC nature shows were meant to be together.
This week, at long last, Blue Planet 2 finally started broadcasting on BBC America. I missed it on Saturday – because apparently I should spend time with my family on the weekends instead of the TV because I love them – but the wonders of on-demand cable meant I could watch the first episode on Tuesday.
And then I watched it again with on Wednesday with my kids.
This is not knitting television. I could not work on even the simple garter lace shawl I normally would have had in my hands because I didn’t want to miss a minute of the visuals.
I actually twice rewound the section with a turquoise wave in slow motion, just to see it again because it was so beautiful. And that was before the surfing dolphins showed up. I want to BE a surfing dolphin.
I do not want to be this bird. Be warned, things are not going to go well for this bird.
Who knew that fish could be so clever?
And then there is this fish, with a life cycle far out of the ordinary, and a face I’m not sure even a mother could love.
I can’t wait for the next episode, knit-blocking as it may be. I may have to watch the first episode again to tide me over until episode 2 is available. The kids can find their own dinners, right? I need to find out the fate of the mama walrus!