Mobile Blogging PA - Day #6. At the suggestion of my bil I made my way down to the water to snap some pics of the trees in the earlier part of the morning while the lake was smooth as glass. The 1st picture was taken in the afternoon with some wind blowing on the lake. Pictures #2 & 3 were snapped about 8am with no wind blowing. The reflections of the trees are just stunning. Another perfect fall day in the Poconos.
"I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles." — Jim Harrison (Julip)
My poor shell bucket has been empty. Shelling on the SWFL coast has been sort of flat the last few months. Good shelling requires a combination of things. Tides, winds, moon phase all play a part. The biggest factor is location, location, location. Sanibel is the shelling epicenter on the west coast of Florida with the best seismic shelling waves extending to Cayo Costa on the north and south to Bonita Beach, Naples, & Marco Island. The really sweet shelling spots can only be reached by boat. That's why I practically jumped for joy when shelling guide Capt. Brian Holaway of Captiva/Sanibel Island invited me out for a shelling excursion next week. Heading out in the month of May (his favorite month). Capt. Brian likes the warmer temps & the clearer waters.He says "the water seems more alive with stingrays & tarpons cruising by, the sea grass is floating on the surface of the water, & the days are longer." (Credit: Capt. ...
This is the time of year when I miss PA the most. I think it is one of the most beautiful places in the world in Fall! Enjoy every moment of it! xo Diana
ReplyDeleteThe reflection of the trees in the smooth as glass lake make beautiful pics!!! You should frame those Karen!
ReplyDeleteI saw the same sights on our way down I-75 to Florida...just south of Atlanta...lakes as smooth as glass reflecting the turning trees.
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