Ometepe Island rises magnificently out of the sweet sea. Its two volcanoes jut out of the lake and can be seen for miles. What an impressive sight!
Arriving and departing from our island, one must take an hour’s ferry ride. It’s always an adventure, especially when the lake is choppy.
What does the sweet sea mean to me? Fish, fishermen, birds, and an occasional fishing cat sustain their lives from La Mar Dulce. Even House Hunter’s International was impressed with our sweet sea when filming Ron fishing.
What do we do for fun on the sweet sea? We kayak daily, and once we followed a huge floating island as it drifted toward the mainland.
The sweet sea means tranquility, peace, and glorious sunsets from our front porch.
Goodnight, my beautiful sweet sea. Until tomorrow.
“Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.” ― Mia Kirshner, I Live Here
The Golden Hour, where dusk or dawn is an illusion, for it is neither day or night.
Where golden hues link day and night and the sky is littered with tiny silver stars bathed in lavender puffs.
A dichotomy, where one cannot exist without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time.
The Golden Hour on my enormous lake. I LIVE here.
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This week’s photo challenge is “The World Through Your Eyes”. A good photograph conveys the subject at the moment of capture through light, composition, angle, and imagination.
Have you ever wanted to preserve a beautiful sunset and save it for a rainy day or bottle all the beauty so others can see the world through your eyes?
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. ~ Maya Angelou
Sitting on my favorite beach at Playa Gigante, Nicaragua, while sipping a rum, through the miracle of photography I canned the sunset. Here’s to savoring the sunset! If you are experiencing a rainy day in your part of the world, I hope you enjoy my canned sunset because no matter how bad it seems today, life goes on, and it will be better tomorrow.
As for the lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights…well… you’re going to have to figure those things out for yourself. lol
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and we pushed,
And they flew.
Flying back and forth from Nicaragua to the states, I enter the great beyond of space where boundaries disappear…where there is no ‘us’ or ‘them’. I am mesmerized..teased into seeing beyond my small world of routines and schedules that control and ease my fears of the unknown…the great beyond.
Bathed in the rays of the setting sun high above the clouds, I reassure myself, ” I am capable. I lack experience in this situation, yet I can trust myself to do the right thing.” I am learning to embrace the beyond.
At first, the clouds look impenetrable. But, as I move forward to a new destination, I glimpse patches of earth, lush green fields, crazy quilts of tiny houses, and bright blue pools of water. The new zone eases my fears. I am reassured and comforted. The sun of experience and knowledge rises, parting the clouds, showing me the path to take. I am learning to embrace beyond.
I replace the fear of the unknown with curiosity. There is magic in this sunrise. I see the mists of Avalon, the ruins of Atlantis, the tall ship silently sailing through the clouds. I am learning to embrace the beyond.
The dark night of my soul bursts forth, clarity envelops me. I am reassured and comforted, for I have jumped…and I fly. I embrace the beyond.