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 Unfortunately with the
trip to East Tennessee loaming in the near future I am always hurrying
to get
done what needs to be done
and I keep leaving 5 minutes before it really gets good then it is too
late
to make it back.
It was still nice even though chilly still to catch a sunset.
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A new feature at the South
side of the Marina where winter sunsets are the best
is this cute little tug
boat. It looks like it just jumped off the pages of a
children's story book.
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A flock of birds flew
overhead but I barely had time to focus before they were out of
range. Winter
is a good time to see
birds which you don't see any other time. Time to dust off
the bird book.
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My main concern was to see
how our Marina's Brown Pelicans were doing. The temperatures
were
above freezing but I had
been told that many pelicans were in trouble because of the freezing
temperatures we had been
having.
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This old fellow which is
one of the regulars who waits for handouts from the fish market beside
the boardwalk was shivering in the cold. I talked to a fellow who works in the market and he told me that the folks from the bird sanctuary (B.E.A.K.S.) had come and pick up a couple of them already and that there had been a couple which had been found dead. |
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| This fellow who had not taken a recent dip in the river like our shivering friend was faring much better. |
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I found out that this
fellow, also a regular for several years, has been named Three
Toe.
If you look closely at his right foot you will see that part of his middle toe is missing. |
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Unfortunately I ventured
too close in my search for catching the water just right behind him and
he
spooked leaving me only photographing the water with no bird. |
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I had places to go and
left the waterfront regretfully just before what would surely have been
a 10 on
the sunset rating scale finally hit its peak but I was half way across the island with no time to return. |
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Yesterday I went to the
beach to see if I could find where a large number of crabs which I had
been told
were dead on the beach. I found out later it was further North then I was. Instead I found some old friends... |
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| ...and some new ones. Birds which must be wintering over as I had not seen them before. |
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It is easy to get caught
up in various things at the beach. Today it was the foam
which was piling
up as each wave washed onto shore. Creating individual "ice berg" looking clumps of foam... |
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which would get caught by
the wind which was out of the North and sent it scurrying Southward.
It would leave a trail reminiscent of the path left by a horseshoe crab when it gets stuck on the beach during mating season. It raced as fast as the wind would propel it and then it would be caught once again by the wave which reclaimed it only to deposit in again further down. |
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It was a peaceful few
minutes with the late afternoon sun dropping down along with the
temperatures.
A mini vacation from doing laundry and preparing for my trip. |
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| The foam sparkled with iridescent bubbles with the sun hitting it just right. |
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Close ups of the fluffy
foam reminded me of snow drifts that maybe fun to see if I get a chance
to
visit my favorite mountain while I am in Tennessee. |
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The iridescence of a piece
of pen shell also catches the light as I bend to add pieces of ancient
whale bones to my day's
pocket collection of black fossils.
The song "By the Time I
get to Phoenix" keeps sounding inside my head as I think of leaving this
story to be discovered
after I am gone. But I will be back and this is not a 'goodbye
note' I am leaving.
Just hard to leave this
place even if only for 4 days.
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