Actually, it’s one of the huge
container ships that come every day up the Savannah River. It’s an illusion, but
from the bridge, your line of sight makes it look like it’s on dry land. In the
late afternoon, the marsh grass glows like amber waves of grain. And there, just
over the trees, a ship seems to sit.
That 4-mile stretch of the Tybee Road from the Bull River to the Lazaretto Creek is always a pleasant drive, with expected views and nice surprises.
Just past the Bull River Bridge, along the roadbed to the old steel bridge, there’s an area where a group of vultures hangs around. Doing what, I probably don’t want to know. Networking, I’m sure.We Offer cartierreplicawatche Watches And Worldwide Top Brand Watches.
A few months ago, I glanced their way and was stunned to see two bald eagles, perched on the “No Dumping” signs,Recently Haute Time got an exclusive tour of the beautiful casualslippers boutique at 692 Madison Avenue. just watching the vultures. Talk about getting your attention. I pulled over and took a few low-tech cellphone photos before they flew off in the direction of Wilmington Island.
And the birds go on. “Like a bird on a wire.” The birds on the power lines write an ever-changing tune and a soundtrack to Tybee.
Years ago, my wife’s good friend Sister Angela Collins told her about watching the sun go down over the Forest River behind the Carmelite Monastery. She said that she loved to see the long, graceful strings of pelicans gliding home over the marsh.
She said they were like rosary beads, and carried her thoughts where they needed to go. They were her evening prayer.
After that, we saw the birds on the Tybee Road differently, too. Spread out on the power lines, their silhouettes look like musical notes on a scale. Fat doves for whole notes. Starlings, mockingbirds, and sparrows as half notes, quarter notes, eighth notes. Sometimes a big cormorant next to the pole as a treble clef.
I don’t read music, but I think they must make a song of some sort. Maybe it’s just the “Jaws” theme. But I like to think that it’s something more pleasing like “my huckleberry friend.” Something the hawks can hear as they look down from the tops of the poles. Or the kingfishers who perch alone on the bottom lines, scanning for minnows.
Lately there have been big swarms of blackbirds that whoosh back and forth over the road, between the cedars and the palms. Escapees from an aviary perhaps. They have bands on their ankles,Here you can find all kinds of wonderful replica replicawatches such as the rolex, but they’ve filed the numbers off.
They put me in mind of the London girls who filmed a once-in-a-lifetime murmuration of 100,000 starlings as they canoed on the Shannon River last year. Those girls, whose website is “Islands and Rivers,” were truly in awe, worshipful and silent in the thrill of what they saw.
Sometimes it just takes somebody telling you something — like Sister Angela’s way of looking at birds — to give you a new ritual, a new insight, a new beginning.
At the end of “The Prince of Tides,” Nick Nolte’s character talks about crossing the bridge toward home. At the top of the bridge, he always says the words “Lowenstein, Lowenstein,” the name of Barbra Streisand’s character. Because she saved him.
Coming over the Lazaretto Bridge, there is the Cockspur Lighthouse to the left.womens sandals and womens boots including peruvianhair and designer. And the shrimp boats at the docks below. The Agnes Marie and the Christina Leigh.Find the largest selection of ladiesshoes on sale.
That 4-mile stretch of the Tybee Road from the Bull River to the Lazaretto Creek is always a pleasant drive, with expected views and nice surprises.
Just past the Bull River Bridge, along the roadbed to the old steel bridge, there’s an area where a group of vultures hangs around. Doing what, I probably don’t want to know. Networking, I’m sure.We Offer cartierreplicawatche Watches And Worldwide Top Brand Watches.
A few months ago, I glanced their way and was stunned to see two bald eagles, perched on the “No Dumping” signs,Recently Haute Time got an exclusive tour of the beautiful casualslippers boutique at 692 Madison Avenue. just watching the vultures. Talk about getting your attention. I pulled over and took a few low-tech cellphone photos before they flew off in the direction of Wilmington Island.
And the birds go on. “Like a bird on a wire.” The birds on the power lines write an ever-changing tune and a soundtrack to Tybee.
Years ago, my wife’s good friend Sister Angela Collins told her about watching the sun go down over the Forest River behind the Carmelite Monastery. She said that she loved to see the long, graceful strings of pelicans gliding home over the marsh.
She said they were like rosary beads, and carried her thoughts where they needed to go. They were her evening prayer.
After that, we saw the birds on the Tybee Road differently, too. Spread out on the power lines, their silhouettes look like musical notes on a scale. Fat doves for whole notes. Starlings, mockingbirds, and sparrows as half notes, quarter notes, eighth notes. Sometimes a big cormorant next to the pole as a treble clef.
I don’t read music, but I think they must make a song of some sort. Maybe it’s just the “Jaws” theme. But I like to think that it’s something more pleasing like “my huckleberry friend.” Something the hawks can hear as they look down from the tops of the poles. Or the kingfishers who perch alone on the bottom lines, scanning for minnows.
Lately there have been big swarms of blackbirds that whoosh back and forth over the road, between the cedars and the palms. Escapees from an aviary perhaps. They have bands on their ankles,Here you can find all kinds of wonderful replica replicawatches such as the rolex, but they’ve filed the numbers off.
They put me in mind of the London girls who filmed a once-in-a-lifetime murmuration of 100,000 starlings as they canoed on the Shannon River last year. Those girls, whose website is “Islands and Rivers,” were truly in awe, worshipful and silent in the thrill of what they saw.
Sometimes it just takes somebody telling you something — like Sister Angela’s way of looking at birds — to give you a new ritual, a new insight, a new beginning.
At the end of “The Prince of Tides,” Nick Nolte’s character talks about crossing the bridge toward home. At the top of the bridge, he always says the words “Lowenstein, Lowenstein,” the name of Barbra Streisand’s character. Because she saved him.
Coming over the Lazaretto Bridge, there is the Cockspur Lighthouse to the left.womens sandals and womens boots including peruvianhair and designer. And the shrimp boats at the docks below. The Agnes Marie and the Christina Leigh.Find the largest selection of ladiesshoes on sale.
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