Blue Lake Sunrise

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THE sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields
Are hung, as if with golden shields,
Bright trophies of the sun!
Like a fair sister of the sky,
Unruffled doth the blue lake lie,
The mountains looking on.

And, sooth to say, yon vocal grove,
Albeit uninspired by love,
By love untaught to ring,
May well afford to mortal ear
An impulse more profoundly dear
Than music of the Spring.

For ‘that’ from turbulence and heat
Proceeds, from some uneasy seat
In nature’s struggling frame,
Some region of impatient life:
And jealousy, and quivering strife,
Therein a portion claim.

This, this is holy;–while I hear
These vespers of another year,
This hymn of thanks and praise,
My spirit seems to mount above
The anxieties of human love,
And earth’s precarious days.

But list!–though winter storms be nigh,
Unchecked is that soft harmony:
There lives Who can provide
For all his creatures; and in Him,
Even like the radiant Seraphim,
These choristers confide.
_WilliamWordsworth
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Amelia Island – Come Walk With Me

Amelia Island – Come Walk With Me 2:

I love to walk…beach, mountains, hills, woods and anywhere where I am surrounded by nature or beautiful architecture with my camera gear in tow ready to capture the beauty of it. I especially love to walk the beach at sunrise and sunset.  Amelia Island is the perfect place for nature walkers (and photographers, of course) for feasts of delights for the eyes and soul.  From the majestic ocean and Intracoastal Waterway views to the glorious sunrise-sunsets, boardwalk waterways and marshes, to the Sunken Forest, Aury Island, Drummond Point Park and Walker’s Landing and more — it’s a little heavenly bit of Eden on earth.

On this year’s Amelia Island photo tour, we spent days walking the trails throughout the island winding through Spanish moss-draped live oaks and palmettos which opened to gorgeous ocean and marsh views.  A gear-laden photog can exhaust themselves very quickly so with Canon5dMII and tripod in tow, I left our gear [that’s it right there sitting on the sand in the middle of the photo] to follow the walk to the open marshes to view its plethora of waterfowl, wildlife, flora and after shooting, we returned and I was glad to see the gators, crocks or a photog wannabe  had not absconded with our gear!

And finally, the anticipation of the “Sunken Forest” that trails down, then winding up to spectacular views of the ocean.  My new favorite private spot on the island. It doesn’t get better than this — sunrise in all its glory!

There’s more to come…watch for new postings. Until then, enjoy the views and if you want a truly enjoyable photography adventure, visit Amelia Island.

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Photo Credit:  Jay&Jacy Photography for HDRCHIC

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Amelia Island Plantation

Winter in Black and White

How lovely is photography in black and white that enhances the beauty of nature.  Trees speak of their age, beauty and individuality in this media.  Whether through film, digital, or infrared, HDR processing or art, it is much desired and loved and becomes a favorite in our galleries.  This coming Spring JayJacy Photography, HDRChic and RealArtPhotography will photograph the Virginia Arboretum at Blandy Farm and other historical gardens of Virginia in Black and White Media for our Historical Gardens Art on Canvas Project.

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Winter in the Boulevard

THE FROST has settled down upon the trees
And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies
Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept like old
Romantic stories now no more to be told.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,
Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront
Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt.

Has some hand balanced more leaves in the depths of the twigs?
Some dim little efforts placed in the threads of the birch?—
It is only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on the sprigs,
Sitting huddled against the cerulean, one flesh with their perch.

The clear, cold sky coldly bethinks itself.
Like vivid thought the air spins bright, and all
Trees, birds, and earth, arrested in the after-thought
Awaiting the sentence out from the welkin brought.*
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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2014-2018 All Rights Reserved – No Reblogs Please. Thanks

*D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930)