Mesmerized by Watercolors

I am mesmerized by the beauty of watercolors in nature and art.  How can we not be awestruck by the glorious shades of an evening sunset or morning sunrise?  They are the beauty in nature which encapsulates a feast of the eyes, a letter written on our hearts and the place we find beauty and respite from the cares of life. It is no wonder then that so much of our literature includes them.  As photographers, we MUST capture them at every opportunity in every place in our world.  For us, a return to the Marshes of Amelia Island, Florida and South Carolina give us photography enough art for a lifetime. They are in our estimation the joy in photography and art.

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Sunset at Amelia

The incredible sunsets of Amelia Island … a revisit to island paradise…

Sunset at Amelia

Some of the most beautiful sunrise and sunsets are daily at Amelia Island…this image shot HDR from our balcony on West Side which faces the marshes…our East Side faces the beautiful sunrise of the Atlantic Ocean. There is really nothing more beautiful and HDR gobbles up the beautiful colors of both.

HDR NOTES:    Canon5DMarkII, Canon EF16-35L @35mm[3@-0-_2+2] processed Photomatix Pro 4, PS-CS, Topaz DeNoise.

Serenity and Beauty

The Marshes of Amelia

We have returned to the Marshes of Amelia, a most-favored spot in our world that never disappoints the photographer with beautiful waterscape, color, light and sunset. Every visit offers new opportunity, adventures, and secret places that have amazed its visitors from artists, poets, authors and photographers.   They truly encompass serenity and beauty as Lanier has described.

Serenity and Beauty

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“The world lies east: how ample, the marsh and the sea and the sky!
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
 Green, and all of a height, and unflecked with a light or a shade,
Stretch leisurely off, in a pleasant plain,
To the terminal blue of the main…
And the sea lends large, as the marsh: lo, out of his plenty the sea
 Pours fast: full soon the time of the flood tide must be:
Look how the grace of the sea doth go
About and about through the intricate channels that flow
Here and there, everywhere,
Till his waters have flooded the uttermost creeks and the low-lying lanes,
 And the marsh is meshed with a million veins,
That like as with rosy and silvery essences flow
In the rose-and-silver evening glow.
Farewell, my lord Sun!
The creeks overflow: a thousand rivulets run
 ‘Twixt the roots of the sod; the blades of the marsh-grass stir;
 Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr;
 Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run;
And the sea and the marsh are one.”*

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*Excerpts from The Marshes of Glynn, Sidney Lanier [1842-1881]