Weekly Photo Challenge: Sun / WordPress.com

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Virginia Beach put up this statue near Rudee’s Inlet overlooking a children’s play area. And here we see the sun behind the son as he and his father look out over the ocean. It’s a nice place for the kids and their parents. We have been down here with our grandchildren too.  I took this photo understanding that I needed help taking a photo of the sun.  And the little guy helped a lot!

Virginia Beach is a family vacation destination.

Sun Tossed Flowers

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Let’s have us some Patti Austin and her brilliant rendition of [[wiki:Smoke Gets In Your Eyes]]

[audio:http://www.virginiaphotos.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/03-Smoke-Gets-In-Your-Eyes-Album-Version.mp3|titles=03 – Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Album Version)]



Looking Back At 2008 As It Sails Away

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Is it too late to look at some photos from last summer? The dog days of August were not so long ago. As we dive into the cold days of January I thought it would be fun to remember those moments when we got down to the bare essentials and basked in the sun.

Of course if you are living in Australia or many other places not associated with Virginia these photos may be much more relevant to your present existence.


The Blue Ridge Mountains/ John Muir/ William Shakespeare

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, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. ~John Muir

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. ~William Shakespeare

Faith can move mountains, but don’t be surprised if God hands you a shovel. ~Author Unknown

The Crowd Not Among Us At The Richmond Folk Festival 2008

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I found the bug that caused this post to go away. And this seems like the perfect time to also bring it back. So here it is.

, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

I was looking around at the crowd yesterday at the Richmond Folk Festival.

I have trouble being in crowds. It’s a lot better than it used to be and since I have started taking photos I feel practically normal in the midst of my fellow human beings.

It has reached a point where I can enjoy them and yesterday it went a step beyond that.

I was looking around and it suddenly hit me that I owe a debt to all these people. Because they form the society that protects us in many different ways from many different things including powerful entities that can get out of control.

Many of them are involved in some way or another in every thing that I have as well. And at the top of this list is freedom. I wouldn’t do well living in a fascist state and am unhappy when someone suggests I do.  Communism would not be much fun either.  In the real world.

It is my belief that (although they often do not realize it) the soldier and the protester are actually fighting for the same thing.  Freedom from oppression.  One looks outward and the other more inward.  Together they find a most difficult balance in a society like ours.

Some I do not see as I look around today. They cannot enjoy the beautiful weather and the entertainment. I cannot take their photo.

But their names are engraved on glass at the top of the hill. And when the sun sets it casts a beautiful light across them.
Perhaps I have not done that light justice in these photo. But it was there and I wanted to try and share it with you.


People Are Like Stained Glass Windows/ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

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, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amid the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. ~Joseph Addison

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. ~Maori Proverb

Lack of activity destroys the good condition of every human being, while movement and methodical physical exercise save it and preserve it. ~Plato

If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. ~Raymond Inmon

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I Woke Up This Morning And Went Here/ Homeless In America

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, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

We are back in Richmond tonight.  Here’s a photo from this morning.  I woke up about 4:30 and the person next to me was still sleeping.  I slipped out and walked down to the beach.  Nothing was on my mind.  I was blank.   And I was watching this ship on the horizon.  After awhile it reached a point where the horizon started to glow a little bit and I thought “this must be where the sun is going to arrive”.

And then the ship burst into flame.  Or so it seemed.
This  photo is so dark.  I tried to lighten it up.  But nothing works.  This is the way the camera felt things were at this moment.  Does it seem ill-formed to you?
Time passed and I found other things to shoot.  What is a good way to describe what you are doing when you take a picture?  Shoot seems too much like NRA material.
There was a large woman sleeping in the sand.  She had been there the day before.  Later when the sun arrived she was there wrapped in her black clothing smoking a cigarette.  Someone started talking about a beached whale.
I didn’t find this  particularly funny.  What is it like to spend your day lying in the sand?  Do you talk to the sand?  Do you pray to the sky?
I wanted to take her photo.  But I didn’t want to invade her privacy.  Everyone in the photos I took today saw her there.  Nobody spoke to her.  She was in a separate world.  A separate universe.  And I couldn’t take anything from her.  So no photos.
After awhile I returned to the sky where we live.  I returned to the bed that catches the breezes as they enter the room from the balcony.  And I pulled the clean sheet up over my shoulder to evade the chill.  My brain settled into a dream .   And the woman next to me pressed her body against my back.
And the beach below received the waves and held the spirit of a large woman in a small nest.
Perhaps I will meet her in my dream. Because in the light of day the gulf is too wide and I find it too difficult to communicate with her.

Life Is A Shipwreck/ Voltaire/ Alex Karras

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, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats. ~Voltaire

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered. ~G.K. Chesterton, “On Running After One’s Hat,” All Things Considered, 1908

Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles. ~Alex Karras

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. ~Maori Proverb

The Blueberry Fields / Poetry About The Death Of A Loved One

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This is poetry about the death of a loved one. In this case it is my mother who died in 1992. I was taking photos of the James River one day and went back home to get warm and look at them. It was a very peaceful time and as sometimes happens I began to write. The bushes along the river reminded me of something long ago. . .



They left you on a shelf

Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky

As we waited for your date with a field of grass.

The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough

And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”.

You rested in the center of the room

As I recalled the plastic flowers

On our dining room table years ago.

All of us plus Pops and Nana too

Thanking God for all His gifts

And the Sunday meals you made.


And this as well.

On a beautiful summer day

You put on a white blouse and skirt

And took me to the blueberry fields.

You laughed as I pretended to take a broken drum

Out the door for the berries.

Then you sang a song just for us

As cool breezes charmed my senses

While goodness found mercy

Next to a stream and gave a little boy

A picture that would last until now.


This morning I went to Starbucks

After watching the river at dawn,

Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky

And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air.

I ordered coffee

To awaken my frozen limbs

And a blueberry scone.

The berries are sweet.

I find them more delicious

Than chocolate

Or wine.





This Is Just To Say

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
-William Carlos Williams

Nathaniel Hawthorne/ Foot Prints on the Sea Shore/ The Ocean Waves

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I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is the Ocean’s voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, “Foot-prints on the Sea-shore”

Beach Watching/ Mother Nature Arrives

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Children laugh long and play under the sun

While waves crash around their happy actions.

And I was out there for a short while too

Watching a babe who was lithe and dark tanned.

When the ocean quite fast zeroed in on its man

And knocked me sideways onto my tender can.

Tumbling around in a large playful wave

I suddenly knew I should try to behave

And struggling emerged from a watery grave

To rest my poor bod in some inviting shade.

“Dear Father”

“Lay us down now

Let us rest for awhile

May the heat heal somehow

And improve our profiles.

The sound of children

Splashing nearby

Mend our souls and make us sane

Before we try to swim again.”


It’s safer watching them from here.

The radar’s working well this year.

It seeks and finds brief suits defined

Curvaceous thighs victorious smiles. . .

I think it may be time to go

Back to my liquid filled furrow!

But now I feel the need to rest

Sleep slowly does my brow caress

The sound of booming waves assists

And soon I’m gone in dreams of bliss.

Dreaming I’m  a little boy

Perhaps of three or four

Playing on the water’s edge

Watching someone smile my way

A presence lovelier than any

Love eyes

You know from your own birth

Those gifts

From God that fill the earth.

She suddenly laughs and tenderly asks

“Did you love the wave I sent your way

My present to you on this wonderful day

As your thoughts were wandering

So very far away?”

Her eyes danced with fire soft starlight too

And her voice endless chimes did excite.

Her image shimmered as morning dew

In a changing gown of pure light.

Then the ocean stilled

As the waves ceased their motion

And all on the beach

Gathered round in devotion.


I awoke with a start!

Ran down to the shore

Dove into the water

Looked around for her alter.

No longer hunting for someone fair

With delicious body and long golden hair.

But seeking the love that keeps us alive

And wanting the source of the waves and our lives.



More poetry from Davidlind

Love’s Aging Moments

For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.

It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.

And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.

I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.

Read more. . .


Good Morning Sunshine/ Virginia Beach and Elvis/ Sunday Morning

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And there is a lot of sunshine this morning pouring through our living room window as I sit here and try to figure out what needs to go in this post. One of my dearest blogging pals is having trouble leaving comments here. WP Spamfree is leaving her messages that don’t make any sense. If anybody else has had a problem with that please let me know! Use the contact page under the header near the right edge.

I forgot the cord that connects the camera to the computer so I will have to wait until I get back to Richmond to share some photos of the beach. It has been an interesting weekend. Apparently there is a fire burning out of control in the Dismal Swamp down near or below the North Carolina border. If the wind shifts just right you can look out over the water and see. . . practically nothing.

But thankfully a front recently came in and blew all the smoke away so this morning the sun IS shining brightly. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach is very relaxing. And the temperature is very comfortable. Not too hot and not to cold as Goldilocks used to say before she ran away with the bear.

That’s what happened right? Or was that Little Red Riding Hood? What a name for a girl! Gad. No wonder she ran away.

The weekend entertainment theme down here is Elvis. So there are many Elvi running around. None of them are particularly talented from what we can see. Well, maybe the ones that jumped out of the airplane and floated down to the shore line were talented.

But the ones that tried to sing were dismal sounding and blowing smoke when it came to carrying a tune. Most did not even try to sing. They just flipped a switch and lip synched.

There is really so much pretending that goes on at a beach town like this one. Pretend entertainment. Pretend construction. People who are pretending to be one thing or another.

The only thing that is real is the ocean and nature. The birds that skim the water and the fish that nibble at your toes when you venture out there. And the weather of course can be overwhelmingly real when it wants to be.

But the beach is mostly sand that has been sucked through a tube from the bottom of Rudee’s Inlet and then spread around by a bulldozer. I was out there about six this morning taking photos. And every time I do this a strange guy comes up to me and starts asking me if I know this person or that person. I am supposed to know apparently because I’m taking photos. This morning he asked me if you are allowed to walk out on the rocks. He knows perfectly well that you are not supposed to do it. There’s a sign ten feet away that makes the point. So I told him “No you are not supposed to walk out there” and he walked out there anyway with his bag of goodies.

I worked with people like this guy for many years so it’s not big deal playing games with him. But I mention it just because it illustrates what I am trying to suggest about this place. And when we got here yesterday and it was filled up with smoke it just seemed so appropriate.

Smoke and a very large mirror are all around us. The only safe place to be is in the water. Plunge into the surf and suddenly feel like you have merged with nature. Dive deep and stay down as long as you dare.

Late last night I told Beth I wanted to go swimming. And she was not happy about it but she stood on the edge of the water while I waded out into the darkness. The water was warm and mysterious. The waves were fairly large and I was totally unprepared for them when they hit. Still it was a joy to be out there in the darkness feeling the embrace of the ocean. I imagined for a moment being one of those unfortunate souls who are shipwrecked for one reason or another and float away into an endless darkness.

As I looked down the beach at the towering buildings and lights I felt comforted. I would not want to be out in the middle of the ocean with little hope of survival. I want reality but not too much of it. So I swam back to the beach and kissed my wife. I thanked her for putting up with me once again and we went upstairs to sit on the balcony and watch fireworks.

Photos at ten.