Post Thanksgiving 2015

Feasting is finished

Dishes are done, waiting life's

Next celebration.

Thanksgiving was celebrated with our traditional menu. Mike, Laura, Claire and Amanda Matzek and Chris and Erin Collins shared the feast.

Last Days in Orange Beach

Events of this week make me hesitate to title this post "Last Days" without qualification. World events are discouraging and the path to peace is unknown. I wanted to post on Facebook the Eifel Tower peace sign with the comment,

Violence begets violence

Hate begets hate

Love begets love

Peace begets peace.

Why in this political climate does that seem too extreme?

Now to last Beach Days....

Last sunset, last beach

Walk alongside rolling surf

Toes chilled in the sand.

Two slot reds -- last ones we caught.

Lost one on the last outing

Pompano in the surf

Beach jewels

Orange Beach Sunset - We will miss it!

Heron Fishing

Heron is watching

Hoping our discards provide

A tasty breakfast.

We caught fed him/her breakfast

Fishing Life, Oct 23 - Nov 6

Oct 23 - Fishing pressure under the bridge
We counted more than a dozen boats

Oct 26 - 10-ft surf

Oct 26 - Highest surf wash we've seen

Oct 27 - Flooded Docks

Oct 29 - Black tip Shark about 3 1/2 ft l

Oct 29 - Big Redfish

Oct 29 - Another big redfish

Oct 29 - A big redfish

Oct 30 - Beach buddies

Oct 30 - Gaftopsail catfish
We caught lots of these under the bridge

Nov 2 - Bucket full of redfish
6 fish at almost 35 pounds

Oct 29 - Heron landed on the boat rail-
What was he/she thinking???

Nov 4 - Flounder and Sheepshead
Our anniversary - dinner at Shipp's Harbour

Nov 5 - Our flounder stuffed with crab

Nov 6 - Nice slot red caught at the jetty

Oct 30 - The one that got away

Oct 27 - Rainbow

Nov 2 - Six slot reds

Nov 5 - Sunset Surf-fishing

Sunset at the Pass

Sunset at the Pass

Last rays on the horizon

Peaceful close of day

Beach Life - Oct 20 - Walking in the Wind

In response to Connie Jordan Green's poem, "Turning the Corner,"  http://crr.trevecca.edu/article/turning-the-corner

Words sculpted away

"Til only the essential

Remains - Poetry.

Walking on a Windy Morning

Leaned hard into it,

Rushing past my ear

Deafening.

Persistent push at my back

Helping me along,

Roar quietened.

Nothing changed but

My direction.

Beach Life - Oct 19

October 19

Sand smoothed by the wind

Waves built up and breaking hard

By the same strong wind.

Empty beach

4-6 ft waves breaking over the sand bar

First Red Flag day

This day was too windy for beach sitting or fishing, but just right for the deck, reading, laundry. Ended with supper at Deborah and George Clifford's beautiful house.