Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Brother Sun, Sister Moon

I haven't stopped for the sunrise in a while but the arrival of the sun is once again coinciding with my departure from work, and the shades of sun, sky and water are irresistible.The anchorage between Stock Island to the west and Boca Chica Navy Base to the east was completely still New Year's morning, without a sign of life. I could have helped myself to this conveniently located Conch cruiser but in the interests of not making the crime statistics worse, I left it alone. Besides it is most likely somebody's only set of wheels, despite the fact they treat it so cavalierly:
Cheyenne was busy on her own account. She seemed rather energetic despite her recent exploration of the delights of Duval Street the morning after the biggest party the night before. All those pizza crusts give a girl energy, apparently.The pickings at the Key Haven boat ramp were rather slimmer. It never hurts to check though:
I couldn't help myself at Mile Marker 14 and I had to stop again. I was in an advantageous position going into the long stretch of uninhabited 55mph (90km/h) zone on the Overseas Highway, with no cars behind me and none in front but I wasted the opportunity to be alone on the road and pulled over. I blame that full moon for my distraction.On the south side of the highway the sun was putting on a show of it's own:Ho hum, another boring stop with nothing to eat. Low tide as revealed by the roots of the red mangrove. The water was as still as on a summer day.
Fiddle with the shutter speed for a little more contrast and voilĂ :
The long white strand in the picture above is a piece of monofilament ready to snag a wild animal, as it hangs from the power lines above into the water below.
Well, that seemed like a worthwhile stop at the time, and there was so little traffic on the highway New Year's morning we still got home in plenty of time for Cheyenne to have her breakfast before she expired from lack of nourishment.