Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Mucky Duck

A few final pictures. The restaurant is the Mucky Duck, the name taken from an affectionate nickname for the White Swan, in Shakespeare's day.

In the slide show, on the bottom right corner is a link to the picassa site and by going there the pictures can be seen and there is a slider to make the pictures larger, if one cares.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Sanibel 6 2008

Intimacy with the world, getting as close as possible.

More pictures in a day.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Well, the last night here, I leave tomorrow. Lots of new pictures, almost three hundred, and I will make an ordered sense of them when I get back.

I did not make the shell heart on the beach, I was riding by on the bike, thus the tire marks.

Back to the old reality tomorrow.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Eight miles or so on the bike, on the beach.
The pictures of the huge house under construction was amazing. At least 20 thousand sq.ft. The main room is almost 40 feet wide facing a zero-horizon pool, I think they call it, when you do not see the edge of the pool.

Wonderful place, great time to be here.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Busy day running the body around.
Since being here I have written about 5 thousand words in two pieces, long narrative stories, a mix of poetry and story telling, very moralistic, or with hinted wisdom.

What a great place for rest and relaxation.

This morning, trying to figure out where to ride the bike, I watched dolphins, a pod of about 6 or so, heading to the lighthouse and inlet. So I walked that way a few miles, and it was getting hot by the time I got back.

Well, all this seems to be 'here are my vacation pictures' kind of stuff. Oh, well.

the calm of hope, faultless mode of wish,
desire to be the steward of beauty,
the momentary tenant of heaven achieved.

Monday, September 15, 2008

These are out of order, but I rode the bike down the path to the beach and watched a storm approach. The gulf turned green, the clouds turned dark, and by the time I got to the condo, wind, rain, lightning, power outages. It was fun watching the whole gulf suddenly lit up by lightning for a brief second. The next morning, bright and sunny.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

This should come out to be pictures of Sanibel.
The light house at the tip of the island, at the inlet between Sanibel and mainland.
Dinner at evening with the one you love.
And under the rising moon.
A worthy shot, I thought, of a clam, or what is left over after someone else's dinner.

I am always amazed at how, when writing a story, the story is right in front of me, and I hardly have to make anything up.

Friday, September 12, 2008


Two lovers walking together toward the sunset.

This guy is checking out dinner on the beach. He caught something but I couldn't see what it was.

Night gets dark quickly, and there are no lights on the beach, so one of the secrets as to why people find magic here is that, just like in the olden days, when it gets dark, they go home instead of running around to no purpose. More a natural rhythm.


A few hundred miles beyond those sparkles is the hurricane "Ike."

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The approach to the units and two people and a seagull.

It is all about controlling time and not letting time control you. Maybe control is not the best word, maybe modulating time sounds better. All I know is that half my life slipped away before I knew it. I chased things I had no need to chase.

There will come a time when everything in your life needs to be reconsidered.

It must be like stepping on your own boat for the first time.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sanibel Island

Suddenly, in between hurricanes, I find myself on Sanibel Island, Florida, in a magnificent unit, alone for ten days.

I just walked an hour on the beach, the return trip against the wind from hurricane Ike's outer bands. I can see the curved clouds of a band, for lack of better terminology.
What heaven.

What heaven. Here, pictures. Enough talk.

Monday, September 08, 2008

One of Life's Mysteries

One of the great mysteries of life is how you might like person A yet that person likes person B whom you cannot stand at all. How does this happen?

Does person A like you in reality, (for lack of a better term?)

Is life and love really no more than knocking bowling pins or spinning marbles?

I guess these things are impossible to figure out.
For example: is that a romantic picture or a smelly fishing boat?