Pensacola Beach Surfin'

I admire our local surfers. The water must be in the upper 50's at this point, but they are still up at dawn to greet the day on their long boards; back again in the afternoon trying for those few good waves until the sun sinks into the Gulf.

Luuuuuucy, I'm home!

How fantastic to be back home in Paradise this morning! Here I sit on the 28th day of December with the balcony door wide open, sipping my coffee, and basking in the sunshine of a gorgeous day. There is the sound of the surf and a sea breeze from the south; the paper says we'll have a 70 degree day ... ahhhhh.... life is good.

Christmas in Tennessee

Merry Christmas to all my blog visitors! I will be heading to Tennessee this morning to spend Christmas with my parents. I hope all of you and your loved ones have a wonderful holidays season this year wherever you may be.

Although I've been under the weather for the past few weeks and have not been able to post as much as I like, hopefully, by the time I return on December 28, I'll be back to my old posting schedule. I appreciate all the well-wishes from my blog-friends all across the country.

Ho-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Or is that Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of eggnog?

See ya next Wednesday!

Cold, golden morning

On this golden December morning, steam rises as a cold north wind blows across the warmer waters of the Gulf. In the distance you can see the sand dredge approaching, ready to pump sand ashore for beach renourishment.

Lonely shore

There is a rapture on the lonely shore . . . By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

-- Lord Byron

Water has no taste, no color, no odor; it cannot be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself. It fills us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

-- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, "Wind, Sand, and Stars"

Surfin'

The stormy weather of yesterday morning cleared and we had a fabulous afternoon on Pensacola Beach! A cold front and high winds brought 5' - 8' waves and red flag conditions: heaven for surfers and photographers.

Storm warnings

I woke up to 19 e-mails this morning and discovered 18 were My-Cast tornado and storm watches for the Pensacola area! Actually I have my own severe thunderstorm alert. It's a little pee pup trying to bury under the covers beside me.

You can see the beach renourishment project is taking place below me now. Weeks Marine has been working 24/7 with the help of huge flood lights, but were chased away last night due to lightning. Try to visualize these two photos side-by-side and you will get a idea of the view from my balcony.

'Tis the season

Overheard at Beall's department store:

Man: "I told you, I don't need anything!"

Woman: {{{unintelligible}}}

Man: "Well, okay, just get me a six-pack."

Men, ya gotta love 'em.

The weather is here...

"The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful.
The skies are too clear; life's easy today.
The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful,
There's no place like home when it's this far away"

-- Jimmy Buffett, "The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful"

Expanded horizon

What a surprise to see that Via de Luna, or Highway 399, is now open for at least two miles past Portofino!

The beach in this small area was flattened and is littered with thousands of shell fragments and tiny bits of broken asphalt, courtesy of Ivan and Dennis, but the view was awesome as always. There are few places in this country with water this beautiful and clear.

Skywriting

I love living at the water's edge . There's always an unexpected moment to capture, like waking to a north wind which gives us spindrift on top of the waves; unusual cloud formations filtering sunlight; or, like this photo, the sudden appearance of this skywriter dipping his wings.

Ahhhh...life is good.

Peering down the pier

Peering down a clear pier

Watermarks

The most beautiful watermarks belong to nature.

Tide rises

"The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls...
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wayward gulls

"I dream of wayward gulls and all landless lovers, rare moments of winter sun, peace, privacy for everyone."

-- William F. Claire

Dreaming of a white Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
though not like one I've ever known.
Where the sand dunes glisten
and I can listen
to waves crashing on the shore.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
with every Christmas card I write,
all my days are happy and bright
in my paradise with sand snow white.

(apology to Irving Berlin)

Goodbye girl

What a beautiful way to end the day. I think the sun was saying, "Goodbye, girl". I'm flying to Las Vegas tomorrow and leaving my beautiful island behind for a few days.

I've discovered, as much as I love to travel, that it is very difficult for me to tear myself away from my home on Pensacola Beach. It doesn't help that I will be staying with someone who does not even have a computer, much less access to the Internet! How is that possible in this day and age?

Another thing I regret is that I cannot capture the beach renourishment process which is going on close to me at this point. Late into the night, heavy equipment is working even now to give us back our beautiful beach and the process is fascinating! Unfortunately I do not have the appropriate equipment or expertise to take photographs at night.

I am very appreciative to all the people who are making it possible for us to have our beach back again after the hurricanes of 2004 and 2005.

[Thank you, Matt, Michael and the entire beach renourishment team.]

Pamela Anderson commemorative beach

Hundreds of virile men have been seen flocking to the newly created Pamela Anderson commemorative beach on Santa Rosa Island.

Wait! You mean it's just part of the Pensacola Beach renourishment program?

Nevermind.

Nature beckoned

"Nature beckoned and I followed
Circumventing the perimeter of beaches and shorelines of snarled roots.
Down crevices and through channels
Sometimes swimming, other times wading
Looking and wandering, where I was being led
An opsrey cried to its mate
Its nest nestled above in the arms of an ancient mangrove
Littered below my feet algae, broken shells, coral and sponges
Overhead a crown pigeon rode the wind.
Now the currents picked up pulling me along.
As if to say, don't tarry here too long.
So much more to see, still undisturbed by man
So little time!
A nurse shark lurked nearby, in the roots, waiting and watching.
A searay raced by, starfish floated into my open hands
Below crabs danced and above gulls sailed
Then I knew! Nature beckoned me home
and I followed back to the Florida of my childhood!

-- Milancie Adams, 1993