Ordinary high tide on Wilmington Island looks like this from the boardwalk:
Here's Irene's high tide, taken from about the same spot on the boardwalk:
Tomorrow: John Muir, on the eternal grand show of nature.
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for one hour per day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia. Includes reflections on birds and other woodland creatures, trees, plants, weather, light, shadow, and miscellaneous oddities. Sometimes includes observations made in other locations.
|Mother and youngster?|
|Too close for comfort.|
|Brilliant in the sun|
|View from my deck|
|It's called a boardwalk for a reason|
|From Buddy and Judy's boat|
|The Jemima Puddleduck kind?|
|One misty moisty morning over Lake Junaluska|
|L to R: Tom, Pearl, Moe|
|L to R: Emily, Pearl, Tom|
|View from a room of my own|