Friday, February 14, 2015
All the sunrises we’ve witnessed in these three weeks on Sanibel Island have been spectacular, but I might select this morning’s as the finest of all. Somehow, the soft mist and haze and sheets of translucent clouds helped the first light flow out in dazzling displays.
And here’s a lady who truly loves sunrises ….
… and here she is with a very lucky dude!
We took a 4-mile beach walk this morning while the sunshine was rising and spreading through the mist, and, now and then, I silently read this poem as we walked.
On our walk, we saw a strange creature resting on the sand…
and a truly amazing sand sculpture for Valentine’s Day …
On our last evening on Sanibel, we felt fortunate to be present at an informal bluegrass songfest, out on the beach as the sun was setting.
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What a beautiful morning, full of surprises. Who could have planned a better last day on the island. Great photos, very nice poem. So much to remember, as Wordsworth did:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills . . .
Thanks, Albie. Oh, do I love Wordsworth!