Names themselves can fascinate, once the basic architecture of vessel traffic ceases to vary much. I’ve noticed the same is true in some of my relations with people after all: once I got it that anatomically we’re quite the same with predictable variation, novelty is sometimes only a matter of one’s name or place of origin.
And like this below, it took me a while to figure out the English, but I did and then I found this fabulous icy Quebec foto here.
Some names are clear although the reference quite escapes me, except in the context of her siblings.
Looks like that bulbous bow has taken some blows.