St. Marys River And Amelia Island

St Marys River and a view of Amelia Island at high tide.
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St. Marys River, Amelia Island,ⓒBearspawprint2014

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Cloud Burst — On The Way

On the Way is the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.

Rain clouds on the way home on SRA1A in North East Florida I drove through torrential rain that fell only on the highway. The rain fell so fast that it could not drain from the roadway and visibility was nil. I didn’t dare stop entirely because the water would have entered the tailpipe. But when I arrived at the sandy dirt road that’s closer to my home, it was still entirely dry. A little of that cloud burst would have been welcome to pack the sand.

just before the rain ⓒBearspawprint2015

Homeward

Apr2

Farmers in South Georgia, clearing fields by burning, puts smoke and color in the sunset clouds, viewed from Florida.

Sky Dance Solo

Mar24

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Danseur ballet
Effacée tours en l’air croisé
Sky dancing alone
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Bear … 03.24.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015

This bird did all of that, starting in effacée, the 360 in the air, crossed wings … amazing.

Sky-Dance ⓒBearspawprint2015 3-16-2015

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Returning Winter – North East Florida

Feb2

Sunset under returning winter.

All of the clouds blew out to sea within a few hours. I was able to star-gaze by midnight.

Cold Front January 27, 2015

sunset under returning winter ⓒBearspawprint2015 01.27.2015

Laughter of Winter Wind

Jan26

Wind’s Hair ⓒBearspawprint2015 01.26.2015

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Beautiful Winter Wind
Blows, blows cold
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She whirls here,
Gusts there
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She sweeps winter trees
Clean of their dead
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Wind’s wild hair
Streaming blue, silver,
A rainbow that whips clouds
Into frothing mad chaos
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Black swirling skirts
Black flying cloak
Block sunlight
Now here, now miles away,
Strobe erratic light,
Days and nights
Flicker in a moment.
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Wind sings,
Wailing and free
Whistling gales,
Exulting in her own freedom,
She ignores the frantic
Small beings,
Craving warmth and comfort,
Hiding beneath roofs,
And tented arms,
Or Cowering away in nests
And dug out burrows.
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Her wild flailing hair
The drumming trees,
And staccato small trash
The stabbing icy wetness
The biting harsh cold
Invokes the laughter of
Winter Wind,
As she sings and dances.
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Bear … 01.25.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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