Pikes Peak

Pikes Peak
"Spacious Skies"

Friday, May 29, 2015

St. Marks National Refuge Roadside Gallery






We could not stay long enough to hike the trails and there are many.  These photos are from the roadside.  My roadside gallery includes pictures I really want to paint.  The camera lenses does not bring out the brilliance of colors.  Contrary to what people think, camera's are not an artist eye and does not bring out the depth and dimensional levels of nature. 

St. Marks Lighthouse





Views of the marsh from St. Marks Lighthouse.

St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge






We visited the Wakulla unit of St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.  It was a beautiful park and very few tourist for Memorial Day.  The refuge was established in 1931 to provide wintering habitat for migratory birds. They offer a photographers club to support the Refuge and I would love to join except it is a 4 hour drive from where I live.  To attend a monthly meeting would be expensive in mileage and accommodations.  One day, one day I may still join.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

John Beasley Park Magazine Beach Perfect




Bird Sand Art

 

During my morning walk on Okaloosa Island, I notice different patterns of bird prints on the sand.  The sand is very soft and very light weigh birds sink into the sand when they are walking.   I was impress with the swirls of prints.

Matanzas Beach vs Okaloosa Beaches

 


Even though the beaches at Okaloosa are gorgeous, they are not my favorite for walking.  There were no seashells, no high or low tides, no wildflowers, turtles, brown rabbits and other wildlife along the coastline.  There was too much missing of nature for my morning walks.  Atlantic ocean colors are gray mixed with various shades of blue and not the gorgeous green as the Gulf.  I prefer seeing seashells and wet sand from the tide.  I am not the type who enjoys sunbathing and laying on the beach.  I love a rocky terrine with waves splashing against the rocks and the wind blowing the tall grasses. 

Emerald Waters of Okaloosa Island




I am very grateful to my Brother-In-Law Ralph and Barbara for inviting the family to attend their 50th Wedding Anniversary celebration.  We stayed in a gorgeous condo with this view of the emerald coastline and white sandy beaches. I took these photos over several days and the water glisten with different shades of green.  I understand why the beaches of Okaloosa Island are called the Miracle Strip of the Panhandle.

Okaloosa Fishing Pier

 

The Fishing pier at Okaloosa Island.  The beaches at Okaloosa Island have been voted as the best and most beautiful beaches in the country by Southern Living readers for several years.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Euharlee Covered Bridge




The bridge is located West of Cartersville in Euharlee. This landmark recalls the days of buggies and "horseless carriages." Known as a landmark on Georgia's Covered Bridge Trail, the Euharlee Covered Bridge was built in 1886 by Washington W. King, a black contractor. There was nothing unusual about the history of the bridge except it is the state's oldest remaining covered bridge, and it is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Palatka Country



The focal point for me is the magnitude of the cloud formation over the small farm house in the first photo.  The clouds were traveling fast, crossed the highway, separated and formed a circular pattern that could have swallowed the entire farm and surrounding fields. 

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds    

Inspirational Sunrise

 


Through Artist Eyes Opunake Surf


 
 
 
I loved the long stretch of the Opunake Beach.  The bottom is a photo I took while in New Zealand.  I painted the scene from my memory and the photo.  This landscape is the southern part of the coast line.  In the west, the sky was heavy and dark with a storm approaching.  The colors in the photo looks serene and peaceful but the photo did not capture the intensity of the approaching weather.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Deep Into the Woods Amicalola Falls

 
 


Under The Waterfall
 
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water, I never miss
The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day
Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray.
Hence the only prime
And real love-rhyme
That I know by heart,
And that leaves no smart,
Is the purl of a little valley fall
About three spans wide and two spans tall 
Over a table of solid rock,
And into a scoop of the self-same block;
The purl of a runlet that never ceases
In stir of kingdoms, in wars, in peaces;
With a hollow boiling voice it speaks 
And has spoken since hills were turfless peaks.'

'And why gives this the only prime
Idea to you of a real love-rhyme?
And why does plunging your arm in a bowl
Full of spring water, bring throbs to your soul?'

'Well, under the fall, in a crease of the stone,
Though precisely where none ever has known,
Jammed darkly, nothing to show how prized,
And by now with its smoothness opalized,
Is a grinking glass:
For, down that pass
My lover and I
Walked under a sky
Of blue with a leaf-wove awning of green,
In the burn of August, to paint the scene, 
And we placed our basket of fruit and wine
By the runlet's rim, where we sat to dine;
And when we had drunk from the glass together,
Arched by the oak-copse from the weather,
I held the vessel to rinse in the fall,
Where it slipped, and it sank, and was past recall,
Though we stooped and plumbed the little abyss
With long bared arms. There the glass still is.
And, as said, if I thrust my arm below
Cold water in a basin or bowl, a throe
From the past awakens a sense of that time,
And the glass we used, and the cascade's rhyme.
The basin seems the pool, and its edge
The hard smooth face of the brook-side ledge,
And the leafy pattern of china-ware
The hanging plants that were bathing there.

'By night, by day, when it shines or lours,
There lies intact that chalice of ours, 
And its presence adds to the rhyme of love
Persistently sung by the fall above.
No lip has touched it since his and mine
In turns therefrom sipped lovers' wine.'

By Thomas Hardy

Opunake Surf Shades of Blue





The coast line of Opunake is vastly different from the white sandy beaches of Florida.  Rocky shoreline with many varieties of tall grass.  The backdrop of many shades of blue is a painter's canvas.

Reflections of Trees




 
Not a single tree is perfect in these photos.  They all have grown crooked or have curved branches growing toward sunlight but yet they are each beautiful.  Their graceful limbs reaching out to the light are reflected in the water.   It is their imperfection that makes them so unique and picture perfect for me.

Acquainted with the Thundering Sky


 
 
A walk at dusk when thunder clouds are gathering against the evening sky.  I have come acquainted with these clouds that covers the sky with its layers of dark mass.  Hiding the blue horizon and smothering the sun.  
 
Acquainted with the Night
By Robert Frost
 
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rainand back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
 
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
 
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
 
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
 
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
I have been one acquainted with the night.
 
 
 

Where Sleepless Waters Flow




What does one do when they cannot have a restful night and sleep does not come.  This person turns toward nature sounds and looks at photos of a mountain creek.  I close my eyes and imagine hearing the rushing waters breaking over the rocks. The rhythmic sounds of flowing waters is better then counting sheep.

To The River Charles

River! that in silence windest
Through the meadows, bright and free,
Till at length thy rest thou findest
In the bosom of the sea!

Four long years of mingled feeling,
Half in rest, and half in strife,
I have seen thy waters stealing
Onward, like the stream of life.

Thou hast taught me, Silent River!
Many a lesson, deep and long;
Thou hast been a generous giver;
I can give thee but a song.

Oft in sadness and in illness,
I have watched thy current glide,
Till the beauty of its stillness
Overflowed me, like a tide.

And in better hours and brighter,
When I saw thy waters gleam,
I have felt my heart beat lighter,
And leap onward with thy stream.

Not for this alone I love thee,
Nor because thy waves of blue
From celestial seas above thee
Take their own celestial hue.

Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee,
And thy waters disappear,
Friends I love have dwelt beside thee,
And have made thy margin dear.

More than this;--thy name reminds me
Of three friends, all true and tried;
And that name, like magic, binds me
Closer, closer to thy side.

Friends my soul with joy remembers!
How like quivering flames they start,
When I fan the living embers
On the hearth-stone of my heart!

'T is for this, thou Silent River!
That my spirit leans to thee;
Thou hast been a generous giver,
Take this idle song from me.