Lonely Motorcycle Visits Live Oaks
Looks Good Large......My motorcycle had been complaining about not getting out enough and especially wanted to go visit the local live oaks that this area is famous for...I have never been able to shoot them the way I wanted to...kind of like the Redwoods...until now with HDR...you can minimize the huge contrast difference during the daylight hours....and it is beginning to work....This grove is right next to the Intracoastal Waterway to the back of the camera and right across the street from the Atlantic Ocean.
I love the gnarly look of these beauties..some of them live over 1000 years if I am not mistaken..and the St. Augustine area has some of the best examples in the world! I have been here for about 7 years now and am finding new areas and places to explore every time I make the effort to get out...If you are around..stop at the Matanzas state park on A1A...just north of the Matanzas inlet bridge and check out the trail, the fort, and the trees..the nice rangers let me take this after everyone left so that there wouldn't be any cars around..thanks guys..they were closing the gate...
Creation Spoke to me at Sunset
(James Watkins)
Creation spoke to me at sunset,
under canopy of fading sight,
in groves of winded whispers,
ancient oaks waiting for the night.
Sun-bathed clouds through
dazzling leaves,
dazed and dancing free-
brilliant evening glories,
rhymed in poignant harmony.
Sequinned, fragranced beauties-
set in ocean dreams-
softly magnified by waters,
running slow to salty streams.
Lingering beside them,
to breathe the evening sea,
i listened to the placid voice
that feathered on the breeze.
“Remember what you see here-
do not forget this place-
write it on your memory-
do not let time erase”-
a victory won in silence-
as patience conquered haste-
foundationed now
in sacred soil,
solidified and safe.
Still delving deep through solid sod,
continuing to bend,
beneath the ground
it rooted down,
to build its strength again.
Did not begin to prosper,
until its hold was right-
then slowly grew in majesty,
upward to the light.
To flourish for
a thousand years,
before the sons of men-
and quietly tell its story,
to all that pass within.
.
James watkins 05-07
Lonely Motorcycle Visits Live Oaks
Looks Good Large......My motorcycle had been complaining about not getting out enough and especially wanted to go visit the local live oaks that this area is famous for...I have never been able to shoot them the way I wanted to...kind of like the Redwoods...until now with HDR...you can minimize the huge contrast difference during the daylight hours....and it is beginning to work....This grove is right next to the Intracoastal Waterway to the back of the camera and right across the street from the Atlantic Ocean.
I love the gnarly look of these beauties..some of them live over 1000 years if I am not mistaken..and the St. Augustine area has some of the best examples in the world! I have been here for about 7 years now and am finding new areas and places to explore every time I make the effort to get out...If you are around..stop at the Matanzas state park on A1A...just north of the Matanzas inlet bridge and check out the trail, the fort, and the trees..the nice rangers let me take this after everyone left so that there wouldn't be any cars around..thanks guys..they were closing the gate...
Creation Spoke to me at Sunset
(James Watkins)
Creation spoke to me at sunset,
under canopy of fading sight,
in groves of winded whispers,
ancient oaks waiting for the night.
Sun-bathed clouds through
dazzling leaves,
dazed and dancing free-
brilliant evening glories,
rhymed in poignant harmony.
Sequinned, fragranced beauties-
set in ocean dreams-
softly magnified by waters,
running slow to salty streams.
Lingering beside them,
to breathe the evening sea,
i listened to the placid voice
that feathered on the breeze.
“Remember what you see here-
do not forget this place-
write it on your memory-
do not let time erase”-
a victory won in silence-
as patience conquered haste-
foundationed now
in sacred soil,
solidified and safe.
Still delving deep through solid sod,
continuing to bend,
beneath the ground
it rooted down,
to build its strength again.
Did not begin to prosper,
until its hold was right-
then slowly grew in majesty,
upward to the light.
To flourish for
a thousand years,
before the sons of men-
and quietly tell its story,
to all that pass within.
.
James watkins 05-07