On the Gulf

Since moving to Pensacola in 2008 I have enjoyed morning walks on the beach at Santa Rosa Island. I walk a particular stretch of beach, rarely reaching to others. Reason: to watch the changes and the comings and goings of populations. There is always a story in the landscape and in the human beings who come to refresh, to fish, to play, to read (as one beachcomber read from a paperback as she walked along the shoreline).

The blue heron who had left his mark there was hanging out with a group of fishermen, perhaps interested in what THEY may find wiggling around the onshore chop. He took off into high billowing clouds, a rainy mist falling then.

Inclement days are my favorite. The play of light on raindrops, puddles, waves, and clouds make the best art in my book.

Author: Susan Feathers

Family, friends, nature, books, writing, a good pen and journal, freedom of thought, culture, and peaceful co-relations - these are the things that occupy my mind, my heart, my time... View all posts by Susan Feathers