“Waiting is a skill like anything else.”
Here on Kiawah we enjoy four seasons, but the degree of difference between each of them is far less than in most areas of the country. We don’t get the bursts of brilliant red and gold typically found across the U.S. as autumn sets in. Instead, we wait for the appearance of our beautiful pink sweetgrass to signal the arrival of the new season.
“Patience is not waiting; it is a quality of waiting.”
This year our summer lasted a bit longer than usual, and our wait for the sweetgrass finally ended along with October. The good news, of course, is that it also lasted further into November. The last few whisps of color are just now fading away.
“What we do while we wait may be more important than what we are waiting for.”
My husband and I were happy to have a long-awaited visit from two of my brothers and their wives this past week. We were all fortunate that the predicted cold front didn’t occur until the last day of their visit. I was especially happy that the late appearance of the sweetgrass meant that they were able to experience it for the first time. It’s really a very special element of a visit to the lowcountry, and one can never be sure about its timing.
“Instead of waiting for the right moment, BE the right moment.”
Like many of you I’m sure, our weather changed from lovely fall sun and warmth to instant winter 😠 which for us means temperatures in the low 40s f / 4c. Hopefully we’ll return to a bit more warmth before true winter sets in. Although ours is milder than most, our southern blood is less resistant to cold and wind so we’ll be waiting not-so-patiently for the return of spring! Hard to believe winter’s not even here yet and we’re anxious for it to end.
“Sometimes you wait for the right time and you run out of time altogether.”
Thanks to all who responded to Ann-Christine’s quest for creepy. It was really fun seeing your responses. Like many others I was surprised to find more creepy images than expected LOL. This week, Amy, Ann-Christine, Patti and I look forward to seeing what it is you’re waiting for. Remember to use the Lens-Artists Tag and to link your post to Amy’s original post here. We hope to see you back here on Travels and Trifles next week as I host Challenge #73.
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”
This week Ann-Christine has invited us to share some creepy images. If you’re anything like me, you tend to avoid such things if possible. A quick trip through my archives showed me that in fact I do have a few such captures after all – who knew?! The locked and cobwebbed door above for example, is the entry to a crypt that gave me the creeps in the famous Recoleta Cemetery of Buenos Aires. The question is, were they trying to keep people out, or keep the spirits in ? 😳
“Just tell yourself they’re only stories.”
Pamela K. Kinney
I’m not quite sure why vultures get such a bad rap. They actually perform an important service, cleaning up the dead animals that would otherwise litter our roads. When we visited New Zealand we were told they have a problem with their “road-kill” because they have no scavengers to haul away the carrion. That said, I must admit vultures still give me the creeps.
“You can only be brave if you’re scared.””
Laurie Halse Anderson
The creepy skull featured above is one that we came across during our Botswana safari. Hopefully the cape buffalo that left it behind died of natural causes.
“Sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books or on film.”
The image above is from an apothecary in Hong Kong. They had quite a few things on display that many of us would find creepy. I myself could not imagine any reason one might purchase a dried bat, nor what they would do with it if they did. Just sayin’.
“I write about the scariest monsters: The ones inside us all.”
The photo above is not creepy because of the disconnected head in a cage. Rather, it’s because it was the home of the notorious Marquis de Sade. The terms sadist and sadistic (taking pleasure from inflicting pain) are both derived from his name.
“It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not.”
In closing, I’ll leave you with an image of what might be seen as the kind of moon under which vampires, ghosts and werewolves would emerge. That would be creepy right? Then again, one might see it simply as a beautiful full moon surrounded by cloudy skies. I’ll let you be the judge.
I join Ann-Christine, Patti and Amy in looking forward to seeing what YOU find creepy. Don’t forget to link your post to the original post here, and to add the Lens-Artists Tab.
“War is what happens when language fails.”
Last week, while hosting my brother and his girlfriend, we made a visit to nearby Fort Sumter, where the first shots of the U.S. Civil War were fired. The solemnity of the monument created a perfect opportunity for my response to Patti’s monochrome challenge.
“Listen up. There’s no war that will end all wars.”
While historians disagree on some of the causes, it is clear that slavery was a primary issue dividing the country. Ironically, the bricks of the fort were fired and its walls built by slaves – some bricks still house their fingerprints. Further, along with the Confederate soldiers, slaves fought in the fort’s defense during the Union onslaught. Imagine the stories these walls could tell.
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”
Because Fort Sumter protected the only entry to Charleston harbor (through which the south’s war supplies were delivered), it was attacked mercilessly. After a failed attack by sea, Union troops assaulted by land, reducing the fort mostly to rubble. Despite heavy damage Confederate troops refused to surrender. After 20 months of attack by land and sea, Union forces abandoned the effort and sent their men and ammunition to assist in the campaign against Richmond, Virginia. The Confederates finally evacuated the fort in February of 1865.
“We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.”
Sounds valiant, doesn’t it – after all, everyone loves an underdog. In reality though, the Civil War was friend vs friend, brother vs brother, neighbor vs neighbor. There is no winner in such a war, perhaps not in any war. 150+ years after its end, it’s only in the recent past that we have begun to address the horror of slavery and the injustice of discrimination.
“There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for.”
The partially restored fort is now a National Monument managed by the National Park Service. The only access is by boat via the one company allowed to dock there. There is a history museum at the point of departure and a park ranger on the boat as well as at the fort. There are tours at the site as well as a free, open-air lesson on the fort’s history.
“All war is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.”
The boat ride to the fort crosses Charleston Harbor, typically populated by large ships awaiting access, small fishing vessels and small sailboats. Gulls and pelicans soar overhead and dolphins can be seen along the way. For $23 visitors enjoy a 30 minute cruise each way, access to the museum, and an hour to meander through the fort with guides well-versed in its history. There are no restrictions on photography.
“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”
As shown in my opening image, on the day of our visit the fort’s flag was flying at half-mast in honor of Senator Elijah Cummings’ passing. How ironic that 150 years after those within Sumter’s walls fought to defend slavery, a black senator was being honored by its flag. No matter our politics, this was a moment to savor.
Many thanks to those who responded to my “Seeing Double” challenge. The variety of responses was wonderful; we enjoyed every one of them. Patti, Ann-Christine, Amy and I greatly appreciate your support and look forward to your Monochrome responses. To view and link to Patti’s original post, click here. And please remember to tag your post with our Lens-Artists tag.
“There are two who are never satisfied – the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.”
Double trouble, double-time, two’s company, take two …. the world is filled with references to twosomes. This week, let’s double our pleasure and focus on things that come in twos.
In the image above, two shrimp boats head out to sea as the morning sun lights their nets. Birds soar overhead hoping to cash in on whatever is cast aside. Both the shrimpers and the birds have a hard day ahead but the rewards of a good catch and the feeling of a job well done will help to make up for the early start and long hours.
“We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak.”
Above, a couple takes a leisurely stroll along Kiawah’s beach at sunset – over their shoulders the moon continues its rise. There aren’t many things more beautiful than an early fall evening as daylight fades, evening begins and a friend or loved one is at your side.
“As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”
I spotted the sweet little calves above while hiking with friends in the mountains of North Carolina. I was drawn to them not only because they were adorable, but also because of the beautiful field of yellow flowers in which they were playing. They seemed just as interested in me as I was in them 😊.
“We all have two lives. The second starts when we realize we only have one.”
A bit farther from home, I was fascinated by the exotic (at least to me) camels we saw during our recent visit to Jordan. How nice that they were dressed so colorfully for inclusion in my post 😊.
“Every blessing, just like a coin, has two sides.”
Birds are among my favorite subjects back home in the lowcountry No matter the species, they are truly beautiful creatures. Their abilities, including soaring above the earth with seeming joy, or snaring fish from the murkiest of waters, are amazing. The juvenile herons above show no sign yet of the gorgeous blue-grey specimens they will one day become.
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”
Finally, I’ve shared a favorite from among my many alligator images. The two juveniles shown above were hanging out as they watched the golfers passing by. Until they reach about 6 feet in size, alligators will share territory. After that they become aggressive toward any other gator venturing into their space – brother, mother or other, it makes no difference. Here on Kiawah we are cautious about them whatever their size. Knowledgeable locals know that where there are juveniles there is likely a very protective mama gator keeping close watch nearby.
Sincere thanks to Amy and to all who responded to last week’s Layered challenge. You came through with examples of beauty, originality and creativity – all very much appreciated.
HAVE YOU SEEN THESE?
Sue (Mac’s Girl) from The Nature of Things gave us a fun seasonal approach with layers and layers of Jack-O’-Lanterns
Nurul Fitri Lubis from Stories of a Wanderer gave us an amazing tour of the layers of Lake Victoria
We welcome Maria of Sagittarius Viking who joined us for the first time with a beautiful visit to Kelso Dunes in California
Olga from Stuff and What If shows us the many layers of Autumn along with her lovely lyrical verse.
Patti, Amy, Ann-Christine and I look forward to seeing your terrific twosomes. Remember to TAG them with the Lens-Artists Tag, and to link them to my original post here. Please be sure to stay tuned next week as Patti brings you Challenge #70. If you’re new to Lens-Artists and would like more information about how to join our challenge, click here.
“Layer by layer art strips life bare.”
Amy has given us some interesting food for thought this week with her “Layered” challenge. I’ve chosen to feature some images I made over the course of a few evenings last week on Kiawah’s beach. Our summer humidity has lifted and beautiful clear weather has become the norm. Sand, sea and sky combine to become one of Mother Nature’s best examples of layered perfection. My opening image also includes a set of beachfront umbrellas standing watch as the sky develops its beautiful layers of color.
“I like to compare my method with that of painters centuries ago, proceeding from layer to layer.”
In the capture above, the sky turns ever more beautiful just before the sun finally sets. A lone bird searches for its evening meal in the waters reflecting the colorful sky. I wondered about the people you can barely see in the waves beyond. Hopefully they returned to shore before the night went totally dark.
“Magical realism allows an artist to inject layers of meaning without being obvious.”
In the image above, while the ocean waves create a continuum of layers, a lone shrimp boat sails along the horizon. Heading home or furthering its quest, in either case the crew is surely in for a long and lonely night.
“The most memorable photos are layered, in good light, and have something really interesting going on.”
Drama developed across the sea as storm clouds gathered in the distance. Fortunately, they stayed where they were and their only impact on our area was some additional interest rather than a change in the weather.
There’s a magical layer of love that’s laced, designed to take us to a higher place.”
Back on shore, sea oats blew gently in the breeze as the sky continued to display a palette any artist would envy. Warm, balmy temperatures combined with the gentle wind to create perfect beach walk conditions. Ours was occasionally interrupted by photography – patiently endured by my husband as always😊.
“The camera is a remarkable instrument. Saturate yourself with your subject, and the camera will all but take you by the hand and point the way.”
I’ll close with my final shot of the evening. The moon, just short of full, shone brightly across the waves. Just below, a shrimp boat cast a light within its glow. Here’s hoping your week has been equally lovely as fall continues to bless us with its beauty here in the US.
Sincere thanks to Amy for her challenge this week – she, Patti, Ann-Christine and I look forward to seeing your responses. Please remember to link them to Amy’s original post here, and to tag them with our Lens-Artists tag.
“How candid the camera that captures the best of you.”
I must admit that Ann-Christine’s challenge threw me for a bit of a loop this week. I am not one who typically shoots people without permission – nor am I one for asking permission. This of course leaves me without many candid photographs. I’ve opened with a favorite capture of my great-niece, taken during a family beach vacation this summer. I love the many colors in the shot, but more than that I love her expression as she intently surveys the scene. What do you suppose lies beyond the edge of the photo that has so captured her attention despite what I remember to be complete chaos behind her?
“I think, therefore I am, therefore I am photographable.”
Continuing in the vein of serious expressions, the capture above is from our recent visit to Petra in Jordan. The subject is a Jordanian guide, seen taking refuge from the heat of the mid-day Jordanian sun. Because he was very intent on his phone, I was able to capture a candid image without being an annoyance.
“People come in and out of your life, and a picture fixes them in the moment they reach out to you.”
I couldn’t resist taking the image above, which really makes me laugh. Here was a visitor standing in front of one of the most magnificent vistas ever, and she is looking in the complete opposite direction. What could she possibly be looking at that would be more interesting than the scene in front of her?
“There is nothing like capturing the moment.”
Lailah Gifty Akita
The farmer above was much too busy with his herd of goats to worry about being the focus of my lens. I find one of the best ways to capture a candid moment is to shoot while your subject is intently occupied with something else 😊. Clearly I distracted neither the farmer nor the goats from the task at hand.
“If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.”
Another way for a somewhat reticent photographer to capture a candid is to shoot from a distance. I loved the contrast of the subject’s bright orange jacket against the falling snow as he made his way through the storm. His distance from my lens allowed me to capture a shot without disturbing his moment of solitude.
Happily I’ve managed to find at least a few candids in response to Ann-Christine’s original post, and without digging into the archives! As always, she, Amy, Patti and I look forward to your joining us. Please remember to link your posts to her original here, and to tag them with the Lens-Artists tag. We’ll hope to see you next week as well, as Amy provides us with challenge #68.
“To photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude.”
This week it’s Patti’s turn create our challenge and she’s given us an opportunity to zero in on our subjects to maximize their impact. As Susan Sontag says in my opening quote, “to frame is to exclude”. What can we leave out of our image to draw the viewer in? My image above, hopefully, focuses one’s eye on the brilliant colors of the flower and of course, on the little bee collecting its nectar. A keystone species critical to agriculture, bees are declining in frightening numbers – yet another example of the earth’s changing environment.
“A still photograph is simply an isolated frame taken out of the infinite cinema.”
Sometimes it’s interesting to creatively approach an image by leaving part of the subject to the imagination of the viewer. Seeing the capture above might cause one to pause a moment to wonder why I’d chosen to include only a part of the whole. Perhaps a viewer would be drawn to what might otherwise be a rather ordinary photo of a fairly common flower. What do you think?
“Constantly ask yourself ‘what the heck would what I’m looking at look like framed’.”
I shot the two dandelion pappi above (yes, I had to look up the name for them) because of my long-ago memory of blowing on them to make a wish. Do parents everywhere teach that to their children or is it a uniquely American thing? In any case I cannot say if any specific wishes came true because I cannot remember what I wished for. But the ephemeral starry flowers still make me smile at the memory.
“Every time the shutter captures a frame, that image is recorded at a low threshold in the brain of the photographer.”
Of course, as Patti’s post illustrates, the technique of filling the frame applies to a great deal more than flowers. In the image above, for example, I wanted to emphasize the incredible blanket of clouds over which we had just driven as we climbed the mountains of Glacier National Park. The scene was much larger, and the grand vista (which of course I also shot🙂) was extremely impressive. But this image, zeroing in on the clouds, was one of my favorites from the day.
“You fill up a frame with feelings, energy, discovery and risk, and leave room enough for someone else to get in there.”
I loved the smiling laziness of the alligator in my capture above. We think of them as dangerous creatures ever on the hunt for their next meal. In fact they are fairly docile and typically eat only once a week. They can actually go as long as up to two years between feedings. Over my 20 years in the low country they’ve taken me by surprise once or twice but thankfully they’ve chosen to jump away rather than rush toward me. Despite their usual laissez-faire attitude, we are all very cautious around alligators as they have been known to attack small dogs and in rare cases yes, even humans.
“Our eyes are shooting millions of frames a day.”
It is rare that we have an opportunity to get as close to the beautiful birds of our island as I did to this anhinga. I suspect the only reason he didn’t fly away was because he was working to dry his wings and wasn’t quite ready to fly. In any case, I was happy to be able to capture him closely enough to fill the frame with his beautifully patterned wings.
“Exposure occupies my mind while intuition frames the image.”
I’ll close with an image of a lovely, pollen-covered butterfly at rest on a bright pink flowering thistle. Interestingly, as a result of our recent hurricane, we’ve seen butterflies and dragonflies in much larger numbers than we’d normally expect. Today we noticed that our sweetgrass is beginning to change to its lovely purple color so it seems fall is well and truly under way.
Sincere thanks to those who responded to my Special Places challenge. Reading through the posts was like taking a tour of some of the world’s most beautiful locations. Patti’s challenge this week invites us to take a much closer look. As always, she, Ann-Christine, Amy and I look forward to seeing your perspectives. Remember to use the Lens-Artists tag and to link your response to her original post here.
“The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one breath at a time.”
Brenda Sutton Rose
Last week Amy challenged us to share images of the countryside and/or a small town. This week we’re asking you to look a bit farther afield. Each of us at some point has visited a place that holds special memories. It may have been a small town, a big city, or even better, an entire country. We’d like you to capture the spirit of a place that is vivid in your memory. What was it that drew you in and why did it capture YOUR heart?
“There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.”
Daniel J. Rick
My husband and I have been fortunate to experience some truly iconic places, most of which have appeared here on Travels and Trifles over the years. Among many others, we’ve been amazed by our safaris in Africa (always number one), Cambodia’s Angkor Wat, China’s Great Wall, the US National Parks, Australia’s Great Barrier Reef, and most recently, Old City Jerusalem. This week I’ve chosen to feature our visit to the small but enchanting country of Scotland.
“Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.”
Scotland is made up of some 30,000 square miles (79,000km) and has a population of just over 5 million. (By comparison New York City measures about 300 square miles and its population is over 8 million.) It includes 790 islands, 130 of them occupied, and is home to over 300 castles. Perhaps Scotland can best be understood by a single fact – their national animal is a unicorn 🙂 gotta love that!
“This place is special to me and I just wanted to share it with you.”
Anthony T. Hincks
I remember many things about Scotland, including the food (loved Cullen Skink, couldn’t make myself try haggis), the roads (1200 miles on narrow, winding, often one-way roads with a manual shift), the golf (my second-ever eagle), the people (warm, friendly and helpful), the castles, and of course the glorious vistas. Most memorable for me though was the incredible, ever-changing, other-worldly light. You cannot capture it with a lens, nor can you describe it in words. It was simply the most beautiful I’ve ever seen with an ethereal quality all its own.
“Let your heart hear the music – be moved by images, people and places… for that makes you more alive.”
In Scotland, if you don’t like the weather just wait a moment. Bright sun, dense fog, hard rain, dramatic storms – oftentimes within the space of an hour or two. The elements made for spectacular skies and yes, amazing light.
“There are some places that simply demand that a story be told of them.”
I couldn’t close without featuring some of the unique creatures dotting the Scottish landscapes. They were completely unfamiliar to me and having seen them I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Scotland really DOES have unicorns!
“Visualize a place that you really love, be there, see the details. Now write about it.”
Hopefully you’ve hung in there with me up to this point and are thinking about some wonderful memories of your own. As always Patti, Ann-Christine, Amy and I are hoping you’ll join us this week to share your own special places. Remember to tag your response Lens-Artists and to link it to my original post, rather than the reader version, to make sure we can all find you.
Last week Amy asked us to share some thoughts and images from the countryside and/or small town life. We hope you enjoyed the responses as much as we did. The feelings of fresh air along with peace and quiet came through loud and clear!
HAVE YOU SEEN THESE?
Pam at I Choose This gave us a tour of the countrysides in some far corners of the world
Svetlana of Svetlana’s Photography visits the unique countryside lives of the Amish
Henry of Fotoeins Fotografie shares his images of life in the small towns of Austria
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“The country is lyric, the town dramatic. Together they make the most perfect musical drama.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It has been said that there is nothing quite like a day in the country to restore one’s spirit. The smell of fresh mown hay, the wide open views, the freshness of bright green grasses as spring begins or the brilliant colors of autumn – all combine to ease the stress of daily life in the city.
“The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.”
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
My husband and I are fortunate to have family with a home in the country outside of New York City – talk about a dichotomy! For them it is a welcome respite from the frenzied challenges of city life. For us it is an interesting departure from our quiet life at the beach. There is a unique beauty to country life – around every curve or corner one might see fresh bales of hay shining in the sunlight, or a quintessentially red barn – probably in need of repair, or the gentle curve of a country road through rolling hills.
“If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.”
This week Amy has challenged us to portray the slow pace of life in the country or a small town. Somehow the two seem inexorably tied – as one typically leads to the other. My choices this week are all over the map, literally. I’ve included images from Colorado, New York, Michigan, Kentucky, Montana and Washington State. Can you guess where each of today’s images was taken? (Not to worry, I’ll include the answers at the end of the post.)
“I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.”
Throughout our many travel adventures, I’ve enjoyed the fun and excitement of some of the world’s largest cities. But I find myself feeling more at home in the small towns and villages that surround them. Perhaps it’s my imagination but it seems the people are friendlier, the air fresher and the natural scenery more beautiful than the often stunning creations of man.
“When life becomes too fast, I find relief at last – Out in the country”
Three Dog Night
As I put this post together I realized how much I enjoy the peace and quiet of the countryside. As a photographer, the way the light plays on the open fields, or catches the gentle curve of a horse’s back are more interesting to me than the bright lights of the big city – no matter how majestic.
“The country life is to be preferred, for there we see the works of God.”
One of my fascinations with country life is the gentle nature of the creatures grazing thereabouts. We often come across farm animals like horses, sheep, pigs and cows as well as wild animals like deer and turkeys. It seems only fair that we should share nature’s bounty considering, presumably, they were there first 😊.
“Country things are the necessary root of our life.”
No discussion of country living would be complete without an image of a wintry scene on a country lane. While I”m the first to admit winter and snow are not high on my list of favorite things, an occasional short brush with the snowy cold can be fun as well as photogenic. I’m thinking the image below may be the easiest for those of you trying to identify locations 😊.
“The sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.”
For me, life on the beach is a blessing I never take for granted. Having friends and family in small towns and in the country only adds to our appreciation of life in the “slow lane”.
Thanks to Amy for giving us a fun opportunity to explore the countryside – we look forward to seeing your views on this one! Remember to tag your post Lens-Artists, and to link them back to Amy’s original post. As always, we greatly appreciate your support and hope you’ll join us next week here on Travels and Trifles for Challenge #65.
“When Mother Nature speaks, even the Gods hold silence.”
As most of you know, last week the coastline of the eastern US, including SC and our beloved Kiawah Island, had a very close call with Hurricane Dorian. My husband and I chose not to evacuate, having experienced several previous storms predicted to be of similar magnitude without issue. The day before the storm was due, I set out with my Fuji for some “before” images. My opening capture was made that day, as were the bird photos below. The beach image includes our highly vulnerable dunes, which had been battered by king tides all week.
“No one broods like Mother Nature”
Richelle E. Goodrich
It’s always interesting to me to watch the birds gather when storms approach. I loved the way they were perched around the circular configuration of branches above, almost like a circus trick. There seemed to be no discrimination among different species, with egrets, wood storks, ospreys, gulls and herons mixing freely.
“Storms are nature’s way of evening out the odds.”
Anthony T. Hincks
I had some terrific opportunities to capture our avian friends, and will surely find ways to include some of my results in future posts. I’ve chosen only two for today, as there are other elements of this past week I wanted to share.
“Always respect Mother Nature.”
Dorian hit our coast late in the day and unleashed her wrath throughout the night and into the following afternoon. It was well beyond anything we expected or had experienced in the past. The night was so dark you literally couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or closed. When lightening lit the sky you could see the trees blowing so furiously it was hard to understand why they weren’t simply flying out of their roots into the maelstrom. The roar of the winds made perfectly clear what was happening during those moments when the darkness was at its deepest.
“Such was the hidden power of nature.”
Once the storm quieted late the following day, I was able to walk a few blocks although the roads were still impassable with fallen trees and mountains of debris. Of the two images above, the first is at the corner of my street where it meets the main road onto the island. The second was about a half mile further onto the island, and was as far as I ventured that first day. Despite the close call, we were fortunate that none of the many trees surrounding our home were uprooted.
“Mother nature is intentional….She will roar when she needs us to take a second look.”
On the second day my husband and I took a short ride around the island. There were quite a few huge trees that had been felled like matchsticks. The image above shows one of several that toppled across the entry to one of our golf courses. We were surprised that with so many trees down there was very little serious damage. Road crews were everywhere as were electrical repair teams. The island was without power for 3 days, some homes for a bit longer. Although we had a generator for necessities we very much missed creature comforts like hot water and our oven, and luxuries like television and a dishwasher. We used our gas stove to make coffee and boil water for dishwashing, and enjoyed several good books. Our generator kept our wireless alive, so we were able to follow storm updates on live-streaming local news. Through it all we realized how fortunate we were compared to the disaster in the Bahamas.
“If we’re good to Mother Nature, she will be good to us.”
After our ride, I walked up to see the impact of the storm tides on our beautiful beach. Thankfully there was little if any erosion due to the direction and timing of the winds at the hurricane’s peak. The day was one of Mother Nature’s finest, with bright sunshine, low humidity and a gentle breeze. The shore birds had returned in abundance and were feasting on the many delectable items the storm had churned up. The tide was farther out than I’d ever seen it; the beach was virtually deserted since evacuees and visitors were not allowed on the island until the roads were clear.
“No one weaves the exquisite quite like Mother Nature.”
The beach was covered with starfish and seashells which had been delivered by the unusually violent storm surf. Although one might think I’d arranged the items in the image above, I simply shot the configuration exactly as Mother Nature created it. If there was one such combination, there were literally hundreds. It’s no wonder the birds were so plentiful.
“Mother Nature is always one step ahead when it comes to beauty. She’s quite the artist.”
Sincere thanks to Ann-Christine for the opportunity to illustrate Mother Nature’s magical ability to create, destroy and create anew. Her storms make room for new life and help us to appreciate the beauty of all that we are putting at risk. She reminds us of her power lest we forget or take undue advantage of all she has given us. I will not preach about humankind’s disregard for her gifts except to say this: take heed – during times such as the week just passed it becomes ever more apparent that zero hour is fast approaching.
Ann-Christine, Patti and I look forward to seeing what is magical in your world. Be sure to use the Lens-Artists tag, and to link your post back to Ann-Christine’s original. Wishing everyone a wonderful week; be sure to join us next week when Amy posts Challenge #64 on her Share and Connect site.