Seaside

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Sea Island, Ga…. sometime in the late 80’s. My wife and I were spending a long weekend celebrating our wedding anniversary when I spotted this bird sitting on the dock piling. Those were film days, long before digital. You had to compose, run some calculations through your head, set the camera and…. wait until the film is processed and proofed to know if you got your shot. I was able to fire off 3 frames before the bird took offense at me being there, this was the middle image.

South…

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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.

Sands of time…

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A summer storm had caused the river to overflow the normal banks, when the water receded back to normal levels this peninsula was left covered in sand.

Within a few days the hot summer sun had baked it hard and dry leaving a desert like scene. Animal tracks became semi-permanent records of it’s passing visitors, showing the daily routines of beavers, muskrats, dogs, a variety of birds and a multitude of other small woodland creatures.

Small shellfish trapped by the quickly receding waters now were frozen in the sand, some becoming dinner for the local wildlife while others mimicking real life fossils giving the illusion of eons of years having past.

A month later grass had reclaimed the point leaving only my photos until the next flood arrives, repeating the cycle.

In Flight

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I photographed this guy while floating in a kayak up stream from my house over the weekend. When not in the water these guys sit around in trees and I had apparently spooked him when I came around a bend in the river. As he took off I was able to get one shot (well, one shot that was in focus) before he disappeared down steam.