The subjects are images taken at the recent Fairegarden clan beach vacation at Isle Of Palms, just outside of Charleston, South Carolina. (Fire)
Some of the images can suggest more than one of the elements of Water, Wind, Earth and Fire, like this view of the Atlantic Ocean that never ceases to delight and amaze as the sandy path is traversed from street to surf. This one might qualify for all four, in fact.
There was a haze in the air during our stay, sometimes as thick as dense fog, sometimes chokingly dense with the smell of smoke from fires burning in Florida and Georgia. The early morning sunrise was dulled by it, that haze, but the scene still sings of serene peacefulness of the pier reaching out into the sea with pelicans skimming the foam for fishes.
Along the road to the grocery, a Mecca trip taken several times daily in order to feed thirteen hungry folks three squares a day, plus snacks and beverages, there were tall posts built for the native shore birds, Osprey, to construct huge nests for baby-raising. Pulling over to try some zoom shots of these precious wind surfers, it was noticed that the adult supervisor of the fledgling group had left the nest to try to distract the trespassing human with the Canon. (Wind)
Back at the ranch, er beach house, there were feathered friends enjoying a little rest and relaxation as well. Bird Daniels (rhymes with Jack Daniels), left, has been a participant in the yearly clan beach get together before, in 2008. The post about that trip and the rest since blogging began, with a good shot of B. Daniels can be seen at the end of this post. His new cohort is named Jewel, and was hoped to be of the female Cockatiel persuasion. Her cheeks have now colored much more brightly so Jewel is probably a boy bird. Oh well, they get along and keep each other company. Jewel was sounding the alarm at top volume when B.D. ventured from the dining table into the kitchen. Their wings are clipped so there is no flying, but they can hop around and get into mischief, sometimes. Owner Chickenpoet, our oldest offspring, came running at the racket and was horrified to see only one bird sitting on top of the cage. She was greatly relieved to find the wanderer scavenging on the tiled floor and promptly put him in time out with the cage lid on. (Earth)
An excursion into Charleston to the Aquarium there by some family members resulted in the sighting of the strangest shark ever. Is this a type of shark, was it just fed a beach ball or is it a case of genetic mutation, we wondered. (Water)
Speaking of the gene pool, G.G. and grandson LTB spent some time sifting for tiny shells at the water’s edge. I can vouch that this also qualifies as Fire, since sitting in water magnifies the rays of the sun on tender lily-white skin, even with heavy coatings of sunscreen, UVA and UVB protection. The white SPF beach hoody did protect upper body parts well. A set of leggings of the same fabric might be on the shopping list for next year.
Our rental house must always have a pool, for the younger set do enjoy some non sandy watery fun. LTB is now a proficient swimmer and was entertaining us with dives representing the letters of the alphabet, among other things. This is the letter F, can’t you tell?
And so another Fairegarden family beach vacation comes to an end. We had a few days of perfect attendance, something I treasure. The kids are growing so fast, and we seem to be aging at the same rate, too. It is good to have a photographic record to compare each year to the next. Thanks for reading about it, as this may only be of interest to those who participated, back row from left: MA, son of Chickenpoet, Gardoctor, Aunt Lynn, The Financier, Mr. Semi, LTB, son of Semi. Front row from left: GA, son of Chickenpoet, Mr. Chickenpoet, Chickenpoet, Frances (G.G.), Semi, Mrs. Brokenbeat, Brokenbeat.