The final installment of the orange grove series is here! Prepare yourselves for the grand finale!
In the previous three posts for this particular series of A Walk in the Park, I shared the journey that I took with my wife on a warm winter day. We visited a park that had once been an active orange grove. I took lots of pictures and presented them in different posts about the nature trail, the main house and its immediate surroundings, and part one of the waterfront area. I’ve made some promises about what content would be seen and I don’t intend to break those promises!
Regarding this final post, here's what I said:
We’ll take a look at some of nature’s building blocks, a few more shots of the flora, and of course – the abandoned train!
So without further delay, let’s see what I have in store!
There we were, strolling along in the sand and checking out the fallen trees. I looked out to the west. This was my view...
I looked back at my wife to see her taking a picture of this...
“Well, that’s enough dead trees and logs for me,” I thought. “Let’s go take a look at that pier.”
Then I noticed how blue the sky was in contrast to the dead colors of the rotting trees and the Spanish moss that coated everything in greyness. The wispy clouds added some character.
We gradually made our way south along the water and tree line. Here’s that weathered kayak launch, slowly being reclaimed by nature.
A few spots of green to add to the day’s color wheel.
That Spanish moss. It’s everywhere!
We were about to cross over to the other side...
But first – a couple more photos!
And we made it! On the south side of the pier, the views suddenly changed.
OK. I fibbed. The views were pretty much the same. More dead trees and moss. More blue skies. More shots of the water.
We came across some of nature’s building blocks. There they were, right in front of our very eyes! This is the foundation of life on Earth!
Or maybe they were just pieces of bricks...
I took another look around and captured a few more images of the scenery.
Can you spot the lizard?
Life on the exposed sea floor.
As my wife and I were leaving the waterfront, we saw something peculiar. We decided to go investigate. As we drew near, the object became more recognizable. When we were finally able to figure out what it was, we were astonished!
It was a train! Right there in the sand! OK, maybe it wasn’t actually in the sand – but it was resting on top of a wooden box.
A train. On a box. Under the pier. Nature at its finest!
One final shot for good measure...
What a day we had! The weather was perfect for getting outside and enjoying the scenery. If you stuck with me through all four of these posts, then congratulations on your great content viewing! I hope you enjoyed the exploration with me through my photos and were able to imagine being there yourselves.
Until next time...
All images taken with my iPhone 6S
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Beautiful chronica of travel, dear friend @ ats-david the photos are increhibles, I love the dock and the tranquility of the pictures. Congratulations on the travel choice
Thank you! It was very peaceful out there. We would have stayed longer if we weren't getting hungry. We spent a few hours walking around. It really was a beautiful day.
Beautiful life!!
I did it! I finally did it! Thanks, Randy!
I really enjoyed this, thanks @ats-david! Whereabouts in the world is this?
Thanks! This is in the southeastern United States. And these were taken just a couple of weeks ago.
Looks like a good place to explore!
I just can't stop wondering what sort of creature was using those bricks to retrieve the clam meat. Are there any wild people living around there? Strange sea apes? Seasquatch?
I imagine the skunk-ape is lurking at any given moment and may be the culprit. Or - and this is a radical new theory in the marine biologist circles - the clams have learned how to use the bricks themselves to commit clam suicide.
We just can't be sure which one it is at this point.
I had my suspicions about the skunk-ape, but I didn't see any tracks, and those clams look fresh. You should have called the CSI (Clam Scene Investigators). They usually know how to handle this sort of thing. Clamicide is no laughing matter. I'm sure once the world sees this, the right people will contact you. Until then, stay safe.