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Amelia SanJon Gallery
Amelia Island Artists Workshop
Sandra Baker-Hinton
218A Ash Street., Fernandina Beach, FL 32034
904-491-8040,  904-557-1195 cell
Amelia Island Artists Workshop (for workshop schedules)
A very interesting story about the artist coming to do our next workshop, Elizabeth St. Hillaire Nelson can be found at this link location.  It gives insight about her connection to the Syracuse University victims of Pan Am Flight 103 that still pushes her to be the best she can be.  A most interesting video.  There is still space in her workshop October 8-10 and this will give you an up close encounter with her as a person, an artist and a teacher.  The link is:
A very interesting Squirrel site.  Photographs of the inside of a squirrel's nest as the mom has the babies and the care and affection she gives them an insight into what is hopefully going on in Shelly's nest right now with her new family.  It has been over two weeks since we have seen Shelly so keep you fingers crossed that she is just staying close home looking after the kids.
I need to get T-Shirt orders finished by the end of the week, so if you plan on ordering, now is the time. 
I am also offering a Giclee of the painting for $95.  I ordered one already and it looks very good.  This will be unmatted but can be priced with mat.
Billie McCray, wonderful fiber artist, is showing her "Birds" at my gallery now.  A great lady; she is insisting that I not ask more than $25 each for these unique one of a kind pieces of art.  They are really great, -made out of all kinds of fabrics and found objects.  A must see.  
And now the story...Crusin' on the River
It has been a long time since I have taken the Amelia River Cruise but the opportunity manifested itself the week before last, with a group of friends in town for one of our workshops.  I always like to get out on the water.  You never know what you will see.
The green roof was once rusty with large gaping holes in this building, with shrimpboats tightly lined up hugging these posts.  The roof has been replaced, and now only the gulls claim the posts.  A sad statement on the demise of the Shrimping Industry which was once a vital and important part of the economy of Fernandina and is almost gone.  Change is always around us, in the 9 years I have been here.
The muted colors of the posts reflect on the surface of the water instead.
Two of the still working Shrimpboats sit docked by the one remaining sea food processing business left on the waterfront;  they are starting to look dilapidated, with the worst one not even rigged with nets, temporarily we hope.
The Port and the Railroad were once the basis of the economy of this area.  But that was long ago.
The turtle extruder hangs as a reminder that they did their part to not hurt the Sea Turtles even at their own expense; all Shrimpboats are equipped with that equipment now.  Unfortunately, they are unable to compete with the foreign marketers, who grow farm raised shrimp in some very questionable circumstances, -but they are cheap.
The huge cranes leave their bright reflections as they get ready to work to load another ship headed to Bermuda with necessary supplies for that country.
We sail on out toward the Cumberland Sound past a fisherman who takes his catch off the hook.  It would be fun to fish off your own back porch dock.
The view of the Captain's house is starting to get covered up with vegetation.
And here comes the Duncan Island, whose reflections I like to catch when it is docked in the Port of Fernandina. 
In the area behind Fort Clinch is a marina called Tiger Point, in a quiet cove on the edge of Egan's Creek.
The dolphins decided to give us quite a show as they dove and flipped their tails close to the boat as if they were playing with us.
The very familiar Fort is visible as we cross in front of it in preparation to turning across the Sound toward Georgia and Cumberland Island.
I spot these two horses before anyone else except Kevin, who is always aware of the horses, and knows them by the names the people on the boat have given them.  It's as if this herd belongs to the boat people.  He tells us the story of how each herd has only one stallion.  As soon as these two yearlings get old enough to show an interest in mares, they will be chased away to find their own girlfriends and start their own families.  Sooner or later the old stallion will get too old to defend his place and will loose his dominance to one of the young stallions who will fight him for the right to take over the group.  Once that is done, he will leave and spend the rest of his life alone.
But for now these youngsters enjoy the freedom of posing for the strangers on the boat in the warm late afternoon sun with no worries of family, offspring, or the future.
Cumberland Island is a very beautiful, wild place to visit, and for these horses to live.  I have walked to this area before since my only access has been over on a boat which came into the National Park docks or else Greyfield Inn.  We walked down here to find the sand flats around to the back side of the island to dig clams for dinner.  A fun but tiring trip which took us most of the day.  We saw some little Minks playing around the jetty to the East of this area.  We really felt like we were part of the Timucaun tribe which used to live here spending the day gathering food to take back to our camp to eat.
Now the sun was setting fast so the race was on to get to a good place across the river to watch it dip behind the horizon.  Kevin headed for Tiger Basin, just behind Little and Big Tiger Islands.
The moon was already up on the East side of the sky.
The South end of Tiger Island make a pretty silhouette as the sun heads downward toward the marsh grasses.
It was a pretty sunset, as are they all, out here on the water, not a 10 on the rating scale but no slouch either.
On the other side of the boat the and back side of the island is a roosting place for a lot of the Marsh birds.  This is the Cormorant, but there were many others like a Great White Egret, a Great Blue, and a White Ibis.
These islands are uninhabited by humans so the animal world rules here.  The old tales of large Rattlesnakes which are included in that list of inhabitants makes it less desired by humans to want to wander around.  Sometimes I think the locals have just spread the rumors about the islands to keep outsiders from intruding.  I have seen evidence of pigs there who are very destructive and have found their way over here swimming the river to gain access.  When the bear left our island last year this was one of his stopovers before he got into more trouble up in Georgia that led to his demise.
As wild as it looks, it is still a very interesting place to explore.  One of the islands is owned by the State Park the other privately owned.  Another nearby island is also owned by the State Park making it part of a very nice bowl of natural areas still preserved in our area.  Once again the sights of The Amelia River Cruise are a nice treat for my eyes.

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