This is a documentation.
I felt shock and dread last night, as I passed this dead deer on Atlantic Avenue. It had been hit by a car. It’s sad, however, it’s something that happens when nature meets development.
Deers don’t travel far from where they are born. I’ve been told, that they will live their life, within a one mile radius. I’m not sure if that’s correct. I’m not an animal expert. And I couldn’t tell you which side of the street that she lived on. I didn’t witness the collision. I don’t know who her survivors are. All I know is, there is one less beautiful deer walking the woods. Continue reading Tragedy Strikes!
Several hundred residents of, and visitors to Amelia Island braved rain and wind and were on hand to bid farewell to Captain, released back to the sea today by the wonder-workers of the Georgia Sea Turtle Center staff after being hospitalized for three years with wounds to upper and lower shell and spine. Dr. Norton of the GSTC asked that all who walk the beach keep an eye out for Captain and make sure he/she made it back to the sea safely. Godspeed, Captain! 10/21/2013
Yesterday, I tried to share a story about this turtle, Charlie. I had stumbled upon his release, by having my coffee at the beach and seeing a sign announcing his arrival, at 2 O’CLOCK.
It was a red carpet, ocean, sea and sand event. Charlie was paraded through the crowd of onlookers, who were held back by ropes. Cameras were everywhere. Charlie was elevated to the celebrity status that he deserved. He was going home.
Continue reading Day 5 ~ Turtle Time
I have been reluctant to write.
Last Sunday was an exceptional day in my life.
And I got to surf in one of my favorite spots.
There were just a few locals in the water.
Everyone was friendly.
I caught all the waves I could,and then headed to my favorite fishing spot.
I caught this Jack. I know it doesn’t look like much.
But I had to bring him in through this wave. I was trying to catch a trout, but that wasn’t happening. Either I couldn’t get the fish on the hook, or I’d lose it in the wave.
Then it was back to the Hacienda.
Encountering others, out on the trail of their happy destiny.
It was a picture perfect day. I documented with my Olympus TG-2. These are not perfect pictures. But I had fun. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
*I’ve been reluctant to write, because of my concerns about the internet. In my life, I trudge the road to my happy destiny. Trudge meaning to walk with purpose. I felt I had to slow down, so I did.
I’ve been pondering that my Now, is the future, that is my past, and my Future is the same.
I have been in a lull. The ocean has rhythms that produce the waves in sets. One set, the last, will be the biggest and then there will be a time, that it seems the ocean rests, catches its breath, preparing for the next incoming set of waves. That resting space is a lull.
My mood has changed.I have been given new insight.
I have seen twitter accounts.
I want to elevate my skills. I do not want to be reduced to mindlessly relaying every thought that I have.
No twitter for me.
This photo is by Tim Forrest/Amelia Island Sunrises-I aspire to do such photography some day.
Amelia is a beautiful city by the sea; but San Francisco it’s not. West Coast/East Coast….Big City/Small Town.
However, I can always find something to do.
Southerners take their Cook Offs very seriously, as you can see by the portable smoker.
And their sitting around.
This-Cook Team Hilliard-had a great set up.
I am a sucker for old cars.
And nothing in town would be complete without Felix.
After walking around, smelling the food cook and listening to the good ole’ bluegrass; I walked home with my Olympus TG-2
When I envision all the money invested in this hobby. I don’t feel so conscience-stricken about my own endeavors. Everyone needs something to do that they enjoy. Something that maybe no one else understands, but those that invest in a similar enthusiasm.
Big butts/little butts-Good butts/bad butts ~ How do they judge?
Good photos/bad photos?
The only bad photo is the one you don’t take. I had to get out there to get these pictures.
It’s comparable to a good wave that comes to you and you don’t go for it. You have to charge!
I’m not in San Francisco or New York or even Atlanta, but I live on an island that’s culture is as important as any.
I’m right where I belong.
Old bones dance like dragon’s teeth
little birds tweet of niggas, hate and whores
who would have thought such pretty birds
had such dirty mouths
with bones that are sponges
and wings that are clipped
the birds, they squawk
with rotting fish hanging
from their gaping mouths
I have my spine
I have my orange crush
and under the burden of the sea
I am weightless
as only time