The Marsh, My Marsh

The beautiful marshes and waterways of Amelia Island Florida bear repeating!  We are back at the Marsh again photo-walking in the peaceful serenity of this natural place with its beautiful waterways, sunrise, sunsets, pristine beauty and wildlife in abundance. It is the perfect place for rest, contemplation and photography. @jacyjoypals

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“IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
 Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting,
Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting,
Came to the gates of sleep.

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I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
 In your gospelling glooms,—to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.

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The tide ’s at full; the marsh with flooded streams
Glimmers, a limpid labyrinth of dreams.
Each winding creek in grave entrancement lies
A rhapsody of morning-stars. The skies
Shine scant with one forked galaxy,—
The marsh brags ten: looped on his breast they lie.”*

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*Excerpts: Sunrise By Sidney Lanier

Photography:  Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2013-2021 All Rights Reserved
No Reblogs Please.  Thank you.

Spirits of Dawn And Majestic Heights

We return to the beauty of the mountains from the seaside to enjoy the majesty of heights and quietness of special places. Morning walks are best here where beauty, poetry and restful hearts, minds and bodies enjoy a refreshing for busy days ahead. Walk with us…

O SWIFT forerunners, rosy with the race!
Spirits of dawn, divinely manifest
Behind your blushing banners in the sky,
Daring invaders of Night’s tenting-ground,—
How do ye strain on forward-bending foot,
Each to be first in heralding of joy!

With silence sandalled, so they weave their way,
And so they stand, with silence panoplied,
Chanting, through mystic symbollings of flame,
Their solemn invocation to the light.

Too still for dreaming, too divine for sleep,
So range the firs, the constant, fearless ones.
Warders of mountain secrets, there they wait,
Each with his cloak about him, breathless, calm.
And yet expectant, as who knows the dawn…

But lo! the east,—let none forget the east,
Pathway ordained of old where He should tread.
Through some sweet magic common in the skies,
The rosy banners are with saffron tinct;
The saffron grows to gold, the gold is fire,
And led by silence more majestical
Than clash of conquering arms, He comes! He comes!
He holds His spear benignant, sceptrewise,
And strikes out flame from the adoring hills.

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Excerpts from Sunrise on Mansfield Mountain by
Alice Brown (1878-1962)
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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography for @HDRCHIC ©2016-21 All Rights Reserved- No Reblogs Please. Thank you.

Inspiration Moments

Looking for Inspiration? It’s everywhere in nature…even in storms…
One of the most amazing things that happens to photographers is that expected moment when cloudy skies burst open up with shades of beautiful color in hues of the rainbow and more!  This was one of those moments, I was inspired and I grabbed the beauty of it!