I give myself away as a tourist and a Yankee anytime there’s a pelican about. I can not resist them or their prehistoric goofiness.
They’re somehow both stately and silly… and seem to know that they improve any view.
Pelican, piling, old tire.
I know they’re beggars, but how can anyone resist?
Can’t you just hear him begging… “Please take my photo. You need at least a thousand more. A thousand more photos of me!”
The Brown Pelicans of Cedar Key were very well documented during my time there. I’m thinking of producing a wall calendar.
What bird can’t you resist a photo of?
It didn’t feel much like the end of summer today; Atlanta is as hot as ever in the middle of the afternoon. We strolled along the Belt Line looking at the art on display and found these two sweet little girls…
Piping Plover chick 1 of 2. Day 25. Fledge Day!
We lost two chicks from this brood, but it’s still a win.
If I repeat that often enough, I might begin to believe it…
We went wandering over to Apalachicola this afternoon to look at the shrimp boats there and found this gentleman first. He came over to tell us about the bald eagle he sees around the marina. I thought maybe he was the watchman, but no, he said he’s camping out there beneath the maritime museum building until they give him a job. He told us he’s worked on fishing boats in Alaska too, so I figure he can handle the Florida cold.
This photo is #10 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at Flickr 100 Strangers or www.100Strangers.com
An hour or so at sunrise on Jekyll’s Driftwood Beach was a *must-do* for me, despite not really wanting to drag myself from bed in the pre-dawn darkness at the start of what would be a full day of kayaking and then later driving clear across the state of Georgia to start the trip home.
But I’d seen pictures and had to be there with my own camera.
The dawn was disappointingly cloudy and the horizon dotted with shrimp boats… not what I’d hoped for.
I wandered among the jumbled boneyard of oaks and pines, waiting. I got lost with the fiddler crabs scuttling between the maze-like tangles of trunks and branches. I searched for perfect shells and sand dollars. I came upon a juvenile Bald Eagle, perched in a dead snag, awaiting the clear dawn’s light with me and felt privileged for its company.
Finally, the sun made its appearance above the clouds and I found that I liked it best between these silhouetted and wind bowed oaks.
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