Monday, July 25, 2016

Playa Corona


I hope you'll continue your virtual trip with me, as I leave the verdant mountains of Boquete behind and travel to the sizzling shores of Playa Corona. It was 6 grueling hours away by car, and eagerly awaited, in beautiful Panama this year. Every day we wandered the beach at low tide. And cooled off in the tide pools created by a rocky coast. It was an amazing beach. 

Sunrise over the ocean enchanted in the morning and a well salted sky of stars mesmerized at night. Sandwiched in-between all of that, there was plenty of sun and sand.



A stairs to nowhere...



An unusual jelly fish. They are so other worldly.












Birds and butterflies delighted. In fact, other than our beach dog (that we named Caracol) and avian skies, there were very few humans. Heaven.



I brought one of these home and use it as a soap dish.





We were bathing in a tide pool, when an osprey dropped his lunch. We wandered over to the base of the cliff and this puffer was the unfortunate, discarded meal. 

You never know what will turn up at the beach....

So please stand by for many more calm and balmy Playa Corona posts! 

And this week, over at The Chorus of the Crows,


I'm splintering open my travel log. And all that happened there...

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Old Pilings


This Florida post has been hanging around since 2015. Unpublished and almost forgotten. Just like these pilings that are only hanging together by a thread. It looks like mother nature has taken a withering bite, leaving the old pier to slowly decay with each tide. Weathered pilings always add a little visual interest to the beach. This beach is in Naples. My old stomping ground.





Explosive green!



An osprey. These days, they're prolific in Florida. They hunt from the wispy pines that dot the shore.





It won't be much longer...

Plus...

There's no excuse. Don't give me any ifs, ands or cat butts. You have to read about the rest of the package over at The Chorus of the Crows!


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Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Splendors of Spring!


The splendors of spring 2016 left me speechless...















Well, wordless really. 

I took a short blogging break while we traveled to wondrous Sedona, Arizona last week. There weren't any fireworks in the desert, but the red rock was ablaze all the same. The trip was an energized, vortex filled visual feast. And on a humorous note, we had such a boring and extended delay at the Phoenix airport on our return, due to storms in Minneapolis, that I finally joined Instagram! I've been playing around with the App ever since. #latetotheparty!

It might be awhile before a photographic travel log shows up here, but you can check out The Best of Sedona over at My3rd Eye and an inspirational Sedona post over at The Chorus of the Crows... 


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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Late Spring Splendor


Wood Lake

Summer is here. The long lazy days under the sun are spread out like a lush wedding banquet. The air hangs heavy, raspberries are erupting with tart flesh and nests are becoming increasingly empty. So, I better publish my spring post stragglers! I love this heron shot with a goose photo bomb.


Wood Lake

A late day tale of two families.



An old stairway melts into the hillside.


Wood Lake

A muskrat reflects on a vegetarian meal.





Wood lake

A bufflehead is profiled.


Wood Lake

A doe at dusk.


Wild River State Park

A camouflage tree frog scales a log.


Stower Seven Lakes Trail

Two swans diverge.


Richfield Lake

Hang in there weird chicken.


White Tail Woods

Old Aspens


White Tail Woods

A winding walk to remember.

Wood Lake

Red wings are better than buffalo wings.

Wood Lake

It's a snap!


Wood Lake

No trouble with the curve.



Richfield Lake

Splendor in the grass. 

Have you met Mrs. Pigface?


I'm opening up my old school doodle diaries over at The Chorus of the Crows!


Happy Independence Day!


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Sendero Los Quetzales


A couple week's ago, I told you that I was finished with Boquete, Panama. Well, I lied! I forgot about one more unpublished scenic road trip. So scenic in fact, that it was impossible to capture on digital film. Well, at least with my point and shoot.

The color isn't quite the mossy myriad rainbow of greens I saw with my naked eye. The depth isn't as deep. The vistas aren't quite as breathtakingly vast. And the morning fog isn't quite as magical. 



Every time we got into the car in Boquete and drove up into the hills, I always said, "That was the prettiest drive yet." Each one seemed to surpass the last one. 


Is this one the prettiest?



I don't know. But this time, it really is the last. In Boquete.



There's cows up in those thar hills.


Moo.


And wild berries.


Once at the top, we attempted a hike on the Sendero Los Quetzales trail. We drove from Boquete, which is at an elevation of around 3,200 feet to the 6,500 start of the trail. We didn't get very far. Because of moi. Me. The wimp. I was tired from what ever activity we did the day before. But we still dinged around long enough to enjoy a scenic picnic lunch back at the trail head. But, the drive alone was worth it.


Farm workers were picking potatoes on the hillside. I was glad that I was on vacation. And could end the puffer of a trail at any time. With no hard labor.


The trail was embedded with shards of old tile.


The paint was peeling right off this sign. Soon, it will be sign-less!


This farm or finca along the trail, had a quaint little sign nestled in-between these beautiful flowers. 


This flower had a visitor. Do you see it?


This flower grew along side a mossy fence post. Actually, everything was mossy. 



I captured a bee. Yippee!


I wish this was my driveway.


I wish I was still in Panama. There's nothing like traveling. 

And be sure to travel to The Chorus of the Crows this week.  I spin a twisted and barbed tale...

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