Heading out to St. Augustine once again to capture the beauty of this area, its historical architecture and glorious waterfront, ocean, beaches and more. Go capture beauty!
It’s Spring and we are excited for our season of ocean, beach and waterfront adventures. We are shooting as many ocean piers in the states as we can and then off to other places to capture them. This image is the St. John’s County Fishing Pier in St. Augustine, Florida from our series on Florida piers and oceanfront vistas.
We have returned once again to The Castillo de San Marcos, site of the oldest masonry fort in the United States. It is located in the city of St. Augustine, Florida and always a favorite photographic stop for the history and beauty of this amazing place. This image was photographed on a blazing hot 100- degree day but the interior rooms were actually bearable. One can almost “feel” the intensity of this place not only in the weather but in its history. Add it to your “places to visit and photograph” list.
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.
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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]