He doesn’t really reside exactly on Cecil Street, but at the very end of Cecil Street where it makes a “T,” up a short slope under a tree. It is indeed rather unusual to find a sea serpent this far inland, but he is retired, after all.
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What the camera saw:
This one was really too clear to be believable, so I had to use some effects to make it more vague and dreamlike.
What a bystander would see:
I was out taking pictures one day. The little tree looked interesting, so I ducked underneath and came face to face with him.
Shh… That little stubby branch is him. Disappointing, I know. But it isn’t like he could retire here in the mountains and remain at his full size. (I imagine he’s on a budget anyway.)