Every once in a while there is a dazzling treat of a sunset that makes me think the painter Maxfield Parrish was a realist.
For all you competitors out there, a contest: guess where this photo was taken and win the satisfaction of being right!
Hint to Dorothy: We’re not in Kansas.
Where was this photo taken?
(This Weekly Photo Challenge wants to see “saturated”.)
My “desert island” food is the blueberry. My “desert island” place is the ocean. Which proves convenient: I don’t have to bring my favorite place with me to the desert island, it will already surround me.
Desert island. Typing that phrase, I realize how comfortable I am using language when I don’t entirely know what it means. That must get me into trouble sometimes but apparently I don’t know when that happens.
Desert island. Somewhere remote and cut-off, I figure. Checking that infallible source of information, the internet, I learn that a desert island is an island that is not inhabited by humans.
(Sue’s first rule of blogging: start with a digression. Or four.)
Here’s the point: I love the ocean but I have only been to two of them. Mostly the Pacific. Occasionally the Atlantic. Surely I need to see the others, and visit them from more than one location. Which means I had better get busy and travel faster.
Here is what the Atlantic Ocean looked like during my visit to a Florida beach:
The Atlantic Ocean at sunset from a beach in central Florida.
At this beach it was not a good idea to walk while enjoying the view. There were dead jellyfish everywhere! I don’t know whether this was typical for this area. Perhaps I visited during a time of jellyfish affliction.
It was a beach of dead jellyfish land mines.
(In response to this Weekly Photo Challenge.)
A decrepit retaining wall along the shore becomes magic as sunset approaches.
Pilings on East Beach, Santa Barbara, California
(Posted for the latest Weekly Photo Challenge.)
Incoming surf overtops a sinuous retaining wall.
East Beach, Santa Barbara, at sunset
(Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.)