Inspiration Sunrise

1 07 2012

Inspiration Sunrise.

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Inspiration Sunrise

1 07 2012

A faint glow on the horizon  greeted us this morning as we headed out early for a sunrise picture taking expedition.  We drove across the 7-mile bridge in the muted pre-sunrise light, and reached our destination after a short walk down a rocky slope and around a natural sea shore trail.  The Zoe dog was in her element, sniffing the decaying sea grasses, rolling in smelly detritus, and sneaking her lapping tongue into salty waves.  She delighted in ignoring our warnings as we attempted to set up our tripods while keeping an eye on her explorations.  She really tried to be a good dog, until, sensing our distraction with camera equipment, she couldn’t resist bounding off down the beach.  Our calls fell on deaf-doggy ears, and we were forced to abandon the serious business of photography and go into doggy retrieval mode.  She bounded back and forth past us, tongue lolling and eyes sparkling with fun, wheeling and bounding by again.  Finally, after several fly-bys, her energy flagged, and she remembered what stay meant.  I snagged her wet, sand-covered leash and she meekly followed me back to my camera, where I commenced shooting the sunrise.  The cloudy horizon wasn’t what I had in mind when this photo shooting trip was conjured, but it turned out okay.  The beautiful island morning inspired me, and the joy of a happy dog was icing on the cake!





Keys Sunrise

1 07 2012

Keys Sunrise

A cloudy sunrise, looking north toward Marathon over the 7-mile bridge.





I Am The Sea

15 06 2012

Blue Tang

A photo I took while snorkeling off Cat Island, Bahamas in 2006.

I plunge into the sea

And find myself

I am there

Among the sargassum

Swimming with blue tang

My breath an echo

Constant as the surf

I am there

Dissolving into sun beams

Buried in rippled white sand

With the eagle ray

until a shadow floats over me

and I burst forth

I am there

MR 6/12

 





Sunset Snorkeling

14 06 2012

I’m floating in the warm waves at sunset, scanning the ocean floor for bright tropical fish and the waving antennae of spiny lobsters peeking from under their rocky hiding places.  I imagine I’m a mermaid, my body undulating through the salty sea,  floating grass tickling my scales.  I lift my head periodically, the water rolling gently over my body as I keep an eye on my beach bag, although my concern is truly unnecessary.  I am nearly alone.  Only a few other people dot the beach, and after  half an  hour or so, I am the only one left.  I emerge from the surf, and leave my snorkel, then head back in to float in the warm water.  I stand, grab a handful of sargassum and shake it over my palm, then smile in wonder at the tiny creatures wiggling against my skin.  Baby shrimps and a little crab scramble furiously over my hand, searching for their sea weed home.   I feel gentle  ridges in the sandy ocean bottom under my feet, their wavy shape carved by the moon’s gravitational dance.  Feeling completely at peace, I leave the sea.  The balmy air chills my wet skin.





Floating Island

5 06 2012

An island floats on the horizon

surrounded by exquisite  blueness.

Sea and sky perfectly blended

on earth’s palette.





Island Summer

22 05 2012

Like a long stretch of beach, the solitude of summer beckons  me.  I know from experience that the grains of minutes will go by too quickly, that my plans for relaxation and creative expression will bud, blossom and fade with the August doldrums.  Still, my excitement builds.  So many choices unfold.  Will I slip out of bed early for a sunrise stroll, or laze sleepily on soft sheets while the whirring ceiling fan stirs my dreams?  Will the sparkle  blue of the pool draw me in for some lap swimming,  or will I drag my bike down the stairs and pedal off to look for feeding eagle rays beneath the seven mile bridge?  Perhaps my kayak will invite me for a paddle among the mangroves where I’ll listen for the huffing breaths of manatees and see snowy white herons feeding in the shallows.  Hubby and I will spend weekends on photo adventures or snorkeling in clear ocean depths.  The joy of summer lies in the breadth of choices or the option of doing nothing;  in the grains of minutes that trickle and then cascade, that roil in the gentle surf, and finally come to rest on a long stretch of beach.