Deep south, Georgia, on the Suwannee River. A park off of Interstate 75 that gives weary travelers a break, if headed north maybe a last look at the old time south.
If you were to visit in the summertime you would find that areas like this are ruled by gnats, mosquitos, cicadas and tree frogs. A mishmash of sounds assault your ears as the cicadas and frogs sing their songs while constant buzzing of the mosquitos are in and out of your ears. Don’t worry, the gnats have you eyes and nose occupied.
It’s easy to feel transported to a different time and place where nature rules and man is an afterthought. I can’t wait to go back.
A shot of the moon I did from my front yard, this was originally an out take as I deemed it too dark a the time. Now with all the craziness in the world it seems to fit.
“….playing pirate for the day….” part of a line from a Jimmy Buffet song, talking about kids and their imagination. I remember as a kid using sticks as swords and trash can lids as shields. Pine cones were grenades, trees were forts, we played until dark when our moms would drag us in the house to get ready for bed.
I tried very hard with each of my kids to teach them how to play with just their imagination, each responded a bit different but both did well. Adventures on the bank of a creek with a toy bulldozer to hiking through a swamp to build a camp both had their moments. Living out in the woods did help a lot, it provided the space and raw materials to make things happen. Both boys learned to camp in the woods, fish, build fires, which snakes to stay away from and which could be played with.
But it all began years before, play pirate for a day.
Saw this over the weekend… the photographer in me geeked out a bit. No rhyme or reason, just liked it.