"Love Is Just A Cloudy Sky"

 
Cloudy Sky


The Moon she is a pretty girl who lives up in the stars
And that old cloud he's a great old man who loves her from afar
He loves her from afar
When Lady Moon smiles down on him ol' Cloud is all a-wonder
So he starts to sing to her and that's what makes the thunder
Can't ya listen baby that's what makes the thunder
Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
And that ol' cloud up in the sky he got much chance in love as me
And some dry nights she won't come out when she hears him callin'
The tears come streamin' on down his cheeks and that's the rain a fallin'
Don't ya feel it baby hat's the rain a fallin'
Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
And that ol' cloud up in the sky's got as much a chance in love as me
And when the night starts to gettin' light and he can see her goin'
He throws a kiss across the sky and that's the wind a blowin',
Can't ya feel it honey that's the wind a blowin'
Oh love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
And that ol' cloud up in the sky he's got as much a chance as me
He got as much a chance as me 
Poem by Shel Silverstein

Pellicer Creek Dock

 
The bottom picture is the view from the dock at Pellicer Creek.  It had started to rain so there was no sitting at the dock for wildlife watching.  There were thunder storms last evening so the dirt road was filled with mud puddles.  It was quiet with no tourist.

Clouds Floating in the Water

Clouds came down to Earth today.  The waters of Pellicer Creek was a reflection of the dark cloudy sky.  If it were not for the greenery against the background, one would not know where the sky was, looking up or looking down.  Clouds floated in the water and moved with the wind.  As Alice Through the Looking Glass, the world can be upside down.

Buena Suerte Plantation - Once Upon A Time

 

Faver Dykes State Park was originally part of the Buena Suerte Plantation granted in 1817 by Spain to General Joseph Hernandez.  During the second Seminole War, the area was occupied by U.S. Troops.  A lot of Florida history dwells here.

Matanzas Beach Old Boardwalk

The World Is Too Much With Us

By William Wordsworth  

         

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Whispering In the Clouds

 

This morning I could hear the whispering of the rushing wind as it moved the clouds and rolled in the waters against the shore...

Journal of Beach Walks - Janaury

 

This is a motivational walking journal to keep me up and out to continue these walks.  When it is cold and wintery in Florida (Yes, it does get cold with the wind chill factor!)  I want to stay indoors with a coffee mug or cup of hot tea. 

January Sea Breeze

Why I love living in St. Augustine.  Beautiful Anastasia Beach that has been preserve as a park.  No crowd, no cars, all natural Florida.

Sand and Water

The beach after high tide... geometric shapes of sand and water.

Morning Solitude

 

A different morning, a new sunrise--a new beginning...

Daylight and Moonlight

Daylight and Moonlight

In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white,
As a school-boy's paper kite.

In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost.

But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still,
Fell on village, vale, and hill.

Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light.

And the Poet's song again
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery.



By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Into the Blue Horizon

In the early morning hour, the darkness gives way to shades of dark blues to greyish pale blues.  This quote expresses how often I feel and why it is so difficult to sleep.

 

"I do not want to sleep
for fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest star

for fear I may never know
how the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest      

Sky on Fire



I don't believe Hollywood can come up with a more frightening skyline then mother nature.

Stairway to the Sky

 

The layers of waves look like steps leading to a city of sky scrapers.  At least that is what my imagination saw this particular morning. 

Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
A quote by Hāfez (Persian: خواجه شمسالدین محمد حافظ شیرازی), was a Persian mystic and poet. He was born sometime between the years 1310 and 1337.

Eyes of the Storm 'Ericia'

August 31st Sun Rise cloud formation had monster black clouds shaped like a mask with terrifying eyes.

Surfside Beach

I don't know how many times I drove past Surfside Beach and ignored the park sign.  You wink and you will miss it.  It is a small park located on A1A north of Vilano Beach.  An old run down motel is adjacent to it.  The motel must have been build in the forties and is the coastal stereotype you run across driving along southern beaches.  Most of them have been torn down and replaced with resorts.

Florida's Middle-Earth and Giant Oaks

These views are from the picnic pavilion at Stokes Creek.  The trails lead into a dense forest of old oak trees.  I am standing in the middle of five oak trees whose roots have grown together to make a large oak floor between them. The roots were thick and even growing above ground.  The wind blowing around me sound like tree's whispering to each other.  Once again, New Zealand has nothing on Florida when it comes to giant oak trees. They felt like protectors of the forest.  I have my own middle earth in my backyard.