Glenn Charles

Adventurer | Photographer | Connector

Today I am a Time Traveler with a Camera... Tomorrow, who knows

Diary Entry - November 29th, Pavillion Key 10,000 Islands

My day starts with the gentle sounds of a few lone birds beginning to stir.  As I wake and look out my tent, the glow of the morning sunrise is beginning to show itself.  It is slightly cool, so I don my long pants, hat, and jacket, grabbing my headlamp for light.  I head out to greet the day.  This time of the day is so calm, so surreal. Things are just beginning to stir, dark, but not.  I go on auto pilot and make my morning cup of coffee.  I am now off to my front row seat for the glorious show that is about to begin.  The wind is from the North, so I nestle into a sandy nook, surrounded on three sides by tall sea grass.  I get a slight chill from the cool morning breeze.  The sky is beginning to glow and the birds are now stirring in force.  The plovers are working the shore line and the raccoons are out in the flats.  A flock of Ibis departs the mangroves for points unknown.  The sky is turning brilliant orange and pink, refracted by the morning clouds.  The White Pelicans are beginning their daily migration from the flats out in the gulf to the sandy beaches of Pavilion.  They are such majestic creatures, flying in a line or a V, using as little energy as possible, they lift up into the thermals and then effortlessly glide down.  This movement is like a choreographed dance as the leader in the front starts it off and the rest follow.  The result is what appears to be a smooth flowing elongated ~, as they rise and fall in unison.  The sun is up, the warm morning light shines brightly on the Osprey sitting in the tree.  She is lit up like an angel against the darker western sky.  I watch as she watches.  Patiently swaying and moving in the tree top.  Then she is off, in search of fish I suppose.  The tide is coming in and the shore birds are out in force.  A flock of cormorants flies overhead.  The crows and dolphins struggle to make themselves heard.  The day is upon me, the western sky now lit by the rising sun.  I close my eyes and meditate.  Breathing in and breathing out.  The gentle sounds of the breeze, the waves, the birds, all envelop me like a warm cozy blanket.  Breathe in, breathe out.  We are  all one; my final thought before opening my eyes.  As I look around, the blues are bluer, the greens are greener.  The sounds more clear.  I am thankful for the show.  I will wait patently today for tonights encore.Sunset Encore