Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

Saturday, April 17, 2010

being & nothingness


Took a brief and lovely walk through the Bald Cyprus and Slash Pines of the Audubon Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary just outside of Naples, Florida yesterday morning. Just after dawn became day.

I had an hour before I had to hit the road to the airport, so I listened to the admonishments of the signposts that urged 2.5 hours to do the whole route and took the shortcut back. Which meant I missed over half of the boardwalk. Which I regret.





With a little leg I could have pulled of the whole stroll in the time I had, although admittedly I would have had less time to hang out with the pileated woodpecker who burrowed the bark just off the trail (shoulder height. could have touched him if I tried.). And I may not have paused long enough to see the nesting Swallow Tailed Kite through the scope that the folks at the interpretive center had left on the trail, sited to the tip top of the tree tops.

I most certainly would have missed the endangered Wood Stork (the second of the trip) glide low and slow over a boggy spot where I was gazing at a Limpkin.

It's a beautiful, brilliant, rare kind of place, that in just an hour put right a good share of what I had broken in my soul through over work and too much fuss about things that just don't matter all that much.

I hope to get back.

Posting by cameraphone.



Thursday, April 15, 2010

an update.


an update.
Originally uploaded by suttonhoo
And what did she do with a month of soul numbing deadlines behind her, to find herself prone on the warm talcum sands of this Atlantic Beach while the terns (I think they're terns) darted along the edge of that melody the sea makes when it collides at last with earth?

Dear Reader, she napped.


p.s. also with me here: dragonflies that hover and whir; sandflies that nip at my fleshy bits; a massive hawk that I thought at first was a buzzard who prowled and stuttered along the water's edge until he dove and nailed his prey; and what might have been a solitary flamingo, looking for his clan. (Or a heron. But that beak wasn't quite right for a heron.)

Posting by cameraphone from Naples, FL and almost in love with the world again.

Update: It was an endangered wood stork -- not a flamingo -- something I figured out this morning when I visited the Audubon Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary. (Told you the beak wasn't quite right.) And they were sandpipers, not terns.

and another update: Ramones Karaoke has correctly identified my hawk as an Osprey. here's more on that »
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