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Good morning Oyster Bay. 

Happy Thanksgiving

He's strutting his stuff...

glad to be out there

Last night's sunset in Florida. The clouds were spectacular, almost more beautiful then the colors of the setting sun.

a novel idea

Looking at this photograph feels like reading a novel to me. At first glance I see the general reflective theme but I'm soon drawn into the side stories, the development of characters, the vignettes. Lily pads, dipping grasses, open flowers and heavy wet buds. Man's carved planter reflecting itself among the soft greens of the water garden. For a change the sky has taken a back seat to all this beauty. Do you think there's a frog in here somewhere?

A beautiful blue

I love this great blue heron against the blue of the water, so linear and strong. He has lived a full life, his beak tells the story. No flocks for him..

no fly zone

We all like being part of a flock, it's important to belong. They're leaving, I better go, they're landing I better land, but wait what happens if I stay. What happens if I let them go and I stay where I am, where I want to be? What happens then?

tweets

This was taken out my car window while driving out our driveway in LI a few weeks ago. He may be the mockingbird that sang to us all summer long. Isn't he beautiful sitting on his quilt of bright pink leaves?

The eyes have it

If you sit still they will come. I had my thermos of coffee and he had, well I have no idea what he had. We just enjoyed being together on the beach in the early morning light.

baa

Thank heavens he lives in Scotland and not in steamy Florida.

an in between morning

 The morning remained neutral with clouds dipped in peach but never saturated enough to fill the center while they floated down the beach. The terns and pelicans skimmed the water and disappeared as they left me standing there with my feet planted in the sand.

A Florida morning

It's once again time to get up in the dark and welcome the light.

A word from Tully

Every once in a while mom lets me blog. She has been so busy lately that I said I would yelp out, I mean help out. This is a dangerous season for me because I look just like everything around me. I could get lost out here. I took a rest on this pier while mom was photographing whatever she photographs. Anyway, the bags are packed by the front door and I hope they are taking me with them. We are trading in all these good smells of rotting leaves and dried out stuff in the garden and heading for the flat lands. (That's what I call Florida) I'm pretty woofed about it. I need to go sit by the front door now.