An hour or so at sunrise on Jekyll's Driftwood Beach was a *must-do* for me, despite not really wanting to drag myself from bed in the pre-dawn darkness at the start of what would be a full day of kayaking and then later driving clear across the state of Georgia to start the trip home.
But I'd seen pictures and had to be there with my own camera.
The dawn was disappointingly cloudy and the horizon dotted with shrimp boats... not what I'd hoped for.
I wandered among the jumbled boneyard of oaks and pines, waiting. I got lost with the fiddler crabs scuttling between the maze-like tangles of trunks and branches. I searched for perfect shells and sand dollars. I came upon a juvenile Bald Eagle, perched in a dead snag, awaiting the clear dawn's light with me and felt privileged for its company.
Finally, the sun made its appearance above the clouds and I found that I liked it best between these silhouetted and wind bowed oaks.
Enjoy more Skywatch Friday posts here.
festival of Lights
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