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These beach pics are taken near the lighthouse end of Gasparilla Island/Boca Grande, where the Peace River empties out from Charlotte Harbor through a narrow neck between two islands, into the Gulf of Mexico. The barely visible land mass across the water is Cayo Costa State Park.
There's no way for a camera to adequately capture the whole shebang. The wind, the calling birds wheeling on the ocean drafts, the shore birds scuttling from surf to dune and the foam lacing the shoreline and disappearing in a fizz of withdrawn waves.
I've never thought of myself as a beach person at heart, so in love am I with the mountains and streams and lakes and backwoods ponds of the Deep South (which, ironically, is north of this state, ha). But every place has its beauty, potentially.
A few days ago, Jack and I ventured for an afternoon together to Gasparilla Island. With the toll bridge costing $5, and stowing our own water bottles and a few things to schlep, it was the best of cheap dates. The weather was hot enough, and the breezes constant.
But oh, the COLORS...I wanted to jump into the water and just float miles away...the color was so jeweled and clear and...indescribable.
The photos don't do it justice, but I didn't edit any of the colors in these pics. Thank you, God, for the impossible liquid glasslike turquoise blue and green and every hue and shade in between, there, for my mind and eyes and senses to feast on. PERFECT.
Clear to the bottom. So blue and green and clear, it feels like you're walking through a moving, porous spectrum.
Perfectly clear to the bottom, standing right in it. I'll just post pics instead of blab. Beautiful, perfect, Gasparilla Island day.
My whole body and soul was...happy. I marvel at the Creator whose watercolors are so lavish and gleaming from vast expanse to smallest divisible particle.
When and where was your last perfect day?