Every year we spend a week or so in the mountains of north Georgia. This year we are spending four of them  in a new place and four nights where we were last year. Here's what things looked like this morning in Young Harris.  (phone cam)

 For Halloween...a goblin's tree at Yellow Bluff Fort SP

 Fairy-tale Logic

Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
Or learn the phone directory by rote.
Always it’s impossible what someone asks—
You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
The will to do whatever must be done:
Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.

— A.E. Stallings

 

 These two images are far more important to me than they seem.  They're from a second roll of film I exposed at Dutton Island Preserve. The first roll had some really interesting images, but when I developed it later that day, the film was blank except for some extremely faint traces of the subjects I had photographed.  I had no idea what had happened...I was sure I had done everything the way I always do,  The second roll of film was still in the camera with only two exposures, so I set up some test shots for the rest of the roll and quickly developed it.  I checked everything twice and to my enormous relief, the film was perfect.  There were eight test shots, and these two images.  Whew!!!   

 

 This is from a long time ago at Croton Point Park in New York.  I just came across it and wanted to post it here.

 I have crossed this bridge countless times, but never seen it from below. I recently found out there is a park underneath which is where these views were taken. 

 

 

 Sometimes it's more interesting to look at the beach itself rather than the ocean it borders. As the tide ebbs and rises, patterns form as can be seen here. The ripples are fascinating caused, I believe, by the small back and forth motion of the sea as it recedes. Then, there's what appears to me to be oil stains from nearby ships entering and leaving the port of Jacksonville, Florida. 

I decided to return to Little Talbot Island SP again today, but from a different direction. I wanted the long walk I had to take to get to where these photographs were taken, but the schlep was even more worthwhile because of the gorgeous cloudscapes. 

 Little Talbot Island SP has had very limited motor vehicle access since last week's storm's high winds and exceptionally high tides. However, it's okay to walk to the south end that's nearly two milcs away. But, that's what I did today and made these photographs. I was surprised at how much had been eroded. 

 I decided to photograph a part of the beach area I don't usually access. I was careful to not disturb the dunes, but the rippled sand was fair game as it WAS the beach!  The driftwood was there too!