T-Shirt Deadline has been extended
until November 1 to give me a chance to get another notice out to you.
Also a I wanted to share a link to the Silk Screen company,
Blowfish Artworks, http://blowfishart.com/thestudio.htm so you can see
that they know what they are doing. September and October are
always very, very, slow and the reason that I turn to T-Shirts to help
defray the expenses of just keeping the doors open. Every order
is aappreciated. I have added a Sleep Shirt to the list of shirts
you received already. So I will send a picture of how it looks
and a refresher for you on the other kinds available.
It seems like the summer flew by...with not enough time to do much of
anything I wanted to do, but then I get the chance to look back at my
photos and I find that I did a lot more than I thought. One of
fun things I did was join in the celebration of one of my favorite activities on the
island. Since I don't have access to a boat, the Amelia River
Cruise is my chance to once in a while get out on the water.
Wonder if they would mind if I dropped a fishin' line off the stern and trolled the river while we are out there?
This was a very special event with some very special people, Kevin and
Cecilia McCarthy, who were celebrating the 15th anniversary of their
business. They put out a blanket call to the town to come have
birthday cake and champagne with them. and in addition those of us who
wanted to, without going over the legal limits for the number of people
who could get on the boat, to go on a cruise with them for free. I'm always up for "free".
sad sight was this Shrimp boat which because someone unknown person, probably as a prank, evidently
untied it, allowing it to run aground on the other side of the river, and was ruined. A families
livelihood was destroyed by a thoughtless act.
The small Hammocks which slowly grow out in the middle of the water are
the inspiration for a painting I am slowly working on and I keep
snapping photos of things that will help me get my idea to congeal.
port is always colorful with it's huge red cranes, towering over the
seascape like some prehistoric bird picking at the brightly
colored ships who come here to have their cargos removed or loaded.
We of course hope that it is a two way street and that most ships
leave with a load of
American goods to take back with them.
of pretty photos ops on the river with boats of different kinds and
some of the older more rustic, authentic, working water front structures
are included in the scenery. That is one thing about the place
that we all love and that is, it is a real place not a fanciful tourist
trap built to lure the dollars in from tourists. It has a proud
fishing heritage and an equally proud past that includes industry like
paper mills and net making. Instead of making nets for fishing and shrimping,
the biggest market has evolved to let those net makers now make backstops
for big league ballgames.
dolphins were there right on cue to entertain the boat load of partying
folks who had gathered with the McCarthy's to wish them well and
another 15 years of successful business. Good people deserve good
Cumberland Island's horses came out and posed for us. Wonder who told them about the birthday party?
the water we are able to see the view of our harbor that we don't
usually get to see. I don't often see this end of the marina (the
South end) with the view of our very own mountain behind it...oh yes we
have quite an impressive mountain of wood chips to be used in the
high grade cellouse at one of the two "Paper Mills" on the island.
That pile of chips is constantly changing, building then ebbing
away. I pass by it almost every day watching it change.
Sometimes there are piles of logs that are as tall as the mound.
Bruce is aways wanting to get shots of it with the great light
that sometimes hits it from behind highlighting steam rising from the
North end is usually what you will see in my photos since that is the
way that is the norm for the return trip for the River Cruises.
is a glimpse of the different faces of our world here. Falling
down docks where Shrimp boats used to tie up and a train brightly painted with
art work made somewhere far away, taking supplies to the port as it
faces very close to a fairly new restaurant, The Salty Pelican. I
had always visualized a great restaurant, or art gallery, to
fill this really interesting building, which
sat unused for most of the years I have lived here. I am so glad
someone else finally saw it's potential.
Good girl, laying her nest high up away from any tidal surges...It will keep her babies safe.
A look from the other side of the nest. She laid well above the highest tides so far this year.
beautiful nest with lots of sand spray telling us that it indeed was a
nest since that is the last part of laying a nest, covering it and
disguising it by throwing loose sand all over it.
was a very good night to attend the Sounds on Center music program with
our Chattanooga house guests. The music was really great as well
as the company.
Pirates were especially handsome tonight with an outfit which has to be the envy o all the rest of the Buccaneers in town.
my handsome visitor, was especially happy with it all. His aunt Ocellia, with whom he lives part time,
put him in the car with her, not telling him where he was going only
that they were going to visit a friend. What a surprise about 7
hours later when he is at the beach.
poor turtles had wandered forever on the beach. I am not sure
what had her so confused but some shark fishermen had been set up all
night long just down the beach but they claimed no knowledge of her
wanderings. I even made a bad call on her having laid because she
wandered so far after she had laid a nest. This is not something
a turtle usually does. She may wander before she lays but after
she lays a nest she normaly heads back to the water. The nest hatched
even though I missed calling it a nest.
of my favorite beach flowers, similar to Morning Glory's are these
Railroad Vines. The plants are so important if there is a bad
storm to help hold the beach dunes together.
This one eyed Ghost Crab seemed to be soaking up the sun.
more of our last Wilson's Plovers, marking the progress of time with
their almost adult plumage, as time marches on through the summer.
Then the 4th of July comes as the hatching season for Sea Turtles is approaching with the middle of July.
fireworks precede the Fireworks Show at the Ritz. We found out
when the fireworks show began that we had actually picked a spot a bit
too close to the big fireworks for comfort.
these very large fireworks went off over our heads we got lots of fall
out from the explosions. Thankfully we did not get burned even
though there were hot pieces falling on the sand next to us. We
We were not even the closest but the fireworks were spectacular and the camera was in a good position to get some good shots.
On turtle patrol the next morning in the park we found some hard work had been done to create this large shell flag.
Black Swallowtails continued to emerge as butterflies. This lady was ready to release.
one was an escapee. It had climbed out of the Terrarium to the
top of the door frame and made its chrysalis there. All was well
though as it made it's chrysalis at the perfect location to not be
crushed when the door closed. You just never know what you will run into in our house.
Monarchs were also actively laying eggs and turning into butterflies.
first nest hatched but "oops" looks like the nest was marked in the
wrong location. Ha, ha, sometimes we don't quite get it right but
thankfully no predators were trying to get in. With us trying to
place the screen over the egg chamber by guessing exactly where it is
was not always a 100%. But it was a different year for us with
the park opening up Turtle Patrol to more outside volunteers instead of
mostly park staff. With decreases in staff it was a welcome
change but a learning time too.
in an early morning hatching, a little guy just is too tired to finish
what he started. Hatchlings seem to sleep in the daytime as I
have observed through the years and seeing them when they are being
held for release for a day or so to await the right time in maturing
for release that they will run around the bucket all night but sleep
all day. That is what happened with one of these early
emergences. Two turtles were in the top of the nest only to fall
asleep. It would not have been good for them when the sun got up
and turned the sand hot so we rousted them out of their slumber and let them finish
their walk to the water just a bit later than ther earlier siblings.
These two sleepy heads figured they better get their act together as they follow their siblings tracks to the water.
to the water as these fresh and rested little guys quickly cross the
wide expanse of sand to get to the water. Over the dry soft sand
areas of the beach...
...and across a bed of shells nearer the water and the hard sand...nothing slowed their journey.
nest was significant in that it tied our previous over all record.
From here on any number would be a record breaker for the park.
by our newbie Turtle Patrol volunteers as they get to dig their first
nest coached by our new head of volunteers, Brandon, who replaced our
long time leader Marie, who felt the call of Go West Young Man (Woman),
Go West, as she left us to go live in one of those cold winter places
where the Postman does not let sleet or snow or whatever to hinder her as
she makes her rounds now working for the Postal Service in Montana?
Wyoming? somewhere far, far away in one of those square looking states.
Lots of firsts for our new volunteers as we had good natured competition over who got to dig which nest.
Easter Bunnies made a late arrival to the park as some sorry individual
decided to free these very tame rabbits by thoughtlessly dumping 6 of
them out in the park. Over a period of a few days we were able to
catch 5 of the six with one beautiful completely white, pink eyed one
prove to be too elusive for us to catch, but after the 3rd day disappeared,
probably to go dine with the coyote. How could someone expect
tame rabbits to adjust to living in the wild and what would it do to
our native population if they did survive and thrive in the wild where
they would not belong. They were very pretty, nice and happy to
go to their new home on a mini farm which adopted all five of them.
It was a hard decision for me to let them all go but after a few
days of having to go out clean the cages and feed them before heading
to work convinced me that I did not need another live thing to care for.
bad day fishing is still a good day. Fran grabbed a shot of my
Great Blue friend as it took off after sitting right next to me waiting
for a hand out. On the other side of where we were fishing there
were 2 Great Whites and a Little Snowy with the same idea. I had
seen gulls do that but not the big birds.
deer and her tiny spotted youngster head off through the woods ahead of
my approach. Wonder what the coyote's will do to the deer
population. It seems the wily coyotes have managed to spread all
across the nation, even crossing bridges to get to our island.
The numbers continued to rise as one record after another continues to crumbles.
Ramona and I started to clear away a pile of wrack in front of a nest
due to hatch we found this young Gopher Tortoise asleep underneath the pile of marsh plants deposited on
the beach from high tides of the past tidal movement reminding us of
why we drive our beach buggies below the wrack line and not in it.
of the summer coming to an end is the radiant orange hue of the fruits
of the date palm across the street from the gallery.
and Brandon sort the findings from an excavation according to the
hatched and unhatched eggs to be added to our records. Mostly all
the hatchlings which hatched got out of the nest. A larger than
usual pile of unhatched eggs is in the foreground. The hatched
are placed in piles of 10 each to make counting easier. I see 60
so far in the hatched side of the sorted ones. A larger than usual pile of unhatched ones also.
another late laying lady has worked her way up the beach. Some
unusual characteristics to the flipper prints tell us something unusual
was going on with this gal, possibly a flipper which had been bitten
off by a shark.
was certainly the summer of the beautiful Golden Orb Spider which we
commonly call the "Banana Spider". It weaves it web with one long
golden strand of silk which looks like in the sunlight as if it were
spun out of pure gold.
we did find a live hatchling still in a nest when it comes to
excavation time. These are not quite as energetic as a rule as
the newly hatched ones are.
he makes it to the water and off to a new life in his water world which
if it is a male it will never leave unless it is ill. What a
season it has been and it will be a disappointment if next season is a
small one. It is always bittersweet when the nests start hatching
because with all the excitment of each nest as the numbers begin to
dwindle down and down each time a nest hatches it is a reminder that it
won't be long until they are all gone.