We managed to escape on the last flight out of Philadelphia before winter storm Jonas (OK, maybe not literally the last but it felt that way). Even with the last minute struggle to change our flight to Friday night and to make sure there was a car and a room in Sanibel, we were still apprehensive. Indeed, after taxiing out to the runway the pilot announced a further delay in order to DE-ICE THE WINGS. How comforting was that?? I was convinced he would abort but we made it and slipped in to our cottage about 1:00 in the morning. Our first view of the beach the next morning (while Jonas was howling at home) …. WHITE STUFF … but, a very comfortable kind.
Yet more white stuff is seen here. Sanibel Island is known for being a shelling paradise. For some reason the shape and position of the island in the currents of the Gulf of Mexico result in extraordinary deposits of shells with each high tide.
It’s something to do every day. The fanatics are on the beach before sunrise with headlamps, searching for the elusive and therefore prized Junonia. It’s so rare, finders wind up with their pictures in the paper. Aside from the Junonia, however, we enjoyed our beach walks and inevitably came home with shells that caught our eye. The above sight is typical. The image is now a part of my place mat collection.
Another exciting activity is photographing the sea birds that meet daily on the beach. Aside from the routine gulls we also enjoyed Willets, Ruddy Turnstones, skittering Sanderlings, and clusters of Royal Terns having bad hair days. The terns are tolerant of walking humans ( dogs, another story) and gather in groups at sometimes the same spots along the beach each morning. I’ve enjoyed photographing them over my fourteen years of occasional visits. I posted recently about the need to get prone to capture some scenes and the terns are certainly in that category.
I particularly love this image below. He seemed to be zoned out in the joy of the morning sunlight and breeze. I heard him murmuring, “Hey, Dude, is this cool or whaaat?” I absolutely agreed.
The tern was chillin’ in the sunrise along with others also drawn to dawn. Most of us react to the drama of sunrises and sunsets and though I’ve seen and photographed lots of them I’m not immune to the next one. Here’s one morning in which the sun was filtered more than usual but there was still light for the early morning shell seekers.
And at the other end of the day, the sun’s farewell.
Not every day was warm or clear or sunny, but at its worst it was better than being up home in February. Even a foggy morning calls a photographer.
Another major attraction of Sanibel is the 5200 acre “Ding” Darling National Wildlife Refuge. We managed to drive through on the eight mile Wildlife Trail almost every day. It’s best to do so slightly before and after low tide as the bird life is then feasting on creatures from the exposed sand flats. One sees a great deal of White Pelicans, Ibis, Herons, Willets, and Cormorants. In fact they report over 200 species of birds. Here are some selected captures.
This one made me literally laugh out loud. They tolerate humans being close and I was about six feet away from his bath.
Finally, an after-breakfast Cormorant Cleanup.
This was a nice experience for us, and certainly warmer and sunnier than February at home. We thoroughly enjoyed the relaxed and informal atmosphere at Beachview Cottages on Sanibel Island. As always, glad to be home but also wondering why??
There is a gallery of additional images from the two weeks. To view it please click here.