WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: TIME

Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.

Sometimes life can be slow.

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@tgiarnese Bayview

It was for writer Elisabeth Tova Bailey. When she falls ill with a mysterious virus, she is confined to bed, her life shattered. For her amusement, a friend brings her a common snail, the inspiration for this humbling book.

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Intrigued by the snail’s world, Bailey becomes an obsessive observer of the tiny creature.

The lowly but splendid snail takes center stage in the book. Bailey notes the similarities between her and her snail~ the slow pace at which they move, the fact that they’re both in the process of adapting to changed environments.

Times passes, Bailey’s health improves and she returns the snail to the woods, along with 117 of its children.

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating.  Sometimes life flies by.

 

Toni 2/7/16

DID SOMEONE SAY #TBT?

I walk here most days, to this strip of sand settled by the Ais, a tribe of Native Americans.

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It’s easy to imagine them living here, small nomadic bands making camp.

 

So much has changed since then.

Remember when you could just pull off to the side of the road and stroll through dunes to the ocean?  Today, most of the Atlantic Coast is overrun with parking lots, concessions, and billboards.

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But here in the land of the Ais, there are still plenty of pristine beaches with easy and free public access.

 

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Marker at the public access to Fletcher Beach, Hutchinson Island, FL

 

Markers always interest me. (There isn’t one for the Ais. At least, I haven’t seen one yet.)  I’m curious to know more about the honorees, the folks who came before us, the ones who deserve our gratitude.

The marker near the dune is for C. Scott Fletcher, an Australian-born education professional. He spent more than three decades protecting these beaches from development. He pioneered Save Our Beaches.  The Ais would applaud him, I’m sure.

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This part of the shoreline was named in honor of Scott and Billie. It might look much different today if it weren’t for the efforts of this visionary community activist.

C. Scott Fletcher died in 1991. His legacy never will.

Toni 2/4/16

 

Fall is my favorite season, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees. 

Hilarious, that David Letterman.

So is New Yorker artist Edward Koren on this 1988 cover.

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I won’t be seeing most of my feathered friends for a while.  Before they return, I have lots of Fall house cleaning to do.

 

 

Cleaning out birdhouses isn’t without surprises.

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They’re filled with an assortment of grasses, twigs, leaves, feathers, and mosses and wildlife too small to see.

 

Mine are designed for Sialia sialis, the Eastern bluebird. Males and females arrive in spring, investigate two or three houses, and then the male steps back and lets the female decide where they will nest.

IMG_0018This summer, my blue beauties were driven out by tree swallows and house sparrows and wrens.

These birds never clean out the rubbish left by previous residents.

While they’re busy listening to their personal cassette players and falling from trees,

some of us have work to do.

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Toni 11/5/15