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Category: Nature
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A young hawk sitting on a car roof in the parking lot. Patient and fearless, it watches me as I watch it. If the hawk could ask me one question, what would it be? "Where are your feathers?" "Can you fly?" or "Is this your car?"
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Looking up can sometimes make you feel dizzy. Same with looking down, especially when the tide is swirling around your feet. I once heard some words of wisdom from someone who was learning how to hang glide, it went something like this: Look where you want to go, and not where you…
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50% chance of rain… Not on my walk… Maybe later? The frogs are singing, calling in the rain. It could be tonight. Two surfer girls at St. Augustine Beach.
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Lots of folks came out to the beach to watch the moon rise on the 5th of May. It had to climb out of the haze before we could get a good look at it though. It was worth the wait on a breezy evening turning into night. A good night, moon! …
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If you were a Banyan tree and could send roots to the earth from your "branches" that could shore you up for your journey, how strong you would be. Confident and grounded! Beautiful too!
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Some days you just need to head to the beach. If it's a 3 hour drive or just around the corner, it's the only thing that will soothe the soul. Sand between the toes and salt air… hmmmm… Life is good!
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When I first observed a Great Blue Heron land in a tree, I was, to be honest, shocked! You'd think that it would have been a no brainer, it is a bird and birds do have a tendency to sit in trees… but such BIG birds? One time while crossing the Chesapeake Bay…
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The H. M. S. Bounty glides into St. Augustine harbor and dwarfs the bayfront. In order for her to get through the Bridge of Lions, her spars were set near vertical as she waited for high water. A beautiful sight she is!
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A very special thank you to all the poets who submitted their works this week. Thank You! You rock!
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Why The Willow Weeps I know why the willow weeps Over the darkened lake. It weeps over death and family, While the whole world’s at stake. It weeps of the unpredictable future. It weeps of the violent past. It knows anything and everything, Which is why the sorrow lasts. …
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