These rare white pelicans were spotted swimming around in the bay by Cortez Village a few weeks ago, obviously looking for some stray pieces of fish from the catches of the local fisherman. We were dining on the pier and the waiter told us these birds were nesting here; getting ready for their final migration to their winter home in SOUTH AMERICA!! Egads, imagine flying (and not on an airplane) by wing from Florida to South America??? Well cross that one off my bucket list!
Anyway, I thought these two made an interesting design of two Z’s. (It’s a stretch but that’s what I saw!)
On a dreary, rainy day like today, I like to think back to the warm, sunny days of summer at the beach. A collection of shells found at the beach by youngsters seeking out sea treasures made a balanced still life.
One of my favorite places to visit in November is Orban’s Nursery in West Bradenton. The Saturday after Thanksgiving they open to the public and there are rows and rows and rows of beautiful, colorful poinsettias, just in time to welcome the holiday season.
While strolling down this quiet downtown in Sebastian Florida, I came upon a charming restaurant. It was patiently waiting for dinner time and a bit of shade so that it could provide a delightful spot for its patrons to share a drink, chat with friends and sample some local cuisine.
It was the reason we moved to Sarasota 27 years ago. After spending a week’s vacation at the Colony Beach and Tennis Club on Long Boat Key, we thought, YES, we could live like this. And the rest, as they say, is history. In its heyday it was a vacation paradise, featuring a 5 star restaurant, golden beachfront property on the quiet Gulf of Mexico with shaded tennis courts outside of every door. It was, at the time, featured in Tennis magazine as one of THE places for a perfect tennis vacation. When it fell on hard times, due to management and owner squabbles that could not be resolved, this once lovely resort was abandoned; a weed infested, deserted mess whose only residents are the skimmers who nest along its empty shores. The entrance way, once a tree lined path to fun and games along the Gulf of Mexico, is closed with a not so glamorous chain link fence. Strangely, the aging guard house still bears the warning …”Guard on duty please stop!” ?? Perhaps it should say “Abandon hope all ye who enter here.” Sad!