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Making do

I rousted myself out early for the sunrise on my first morning in the Fort DeSoto campgrounds.  From time to time my photo group holds photo walks to see the sunrise between the main uprights of the Sunshine Skyway bridge, when the sunrise will line up properly.  That first morning wasn’t one of those mornings, but it was very worth while to be out there, killing time until the camp store opened so I could get some coffee.  I had solved my electrical problem by plugging my extension cord into the camp supplied power and using it to charge my computer.  My camera battery would be next, and if my phone was charged after driving around that day then the heater would be a very welcome use of that extension cord overnight.  And the next morning?  Coffee!1-20-20skywayatfirst

The sky was blue and clear, and the lights on the bridge were so pretty when I arrived at East Beach.  As it got lighter the lights weren’t visible, and the colors became muddy.  But a lovely sunrise none the less…1-20-20sunshineskywaycloser1-20-20sunshineskywayitrises1-20-20sunshineskywayitrises2

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The battle…

In truth the northern troops seemed to be in overwhelming numbers on the battle field,  while confederate troops took the field in smaller contingents.01-18-20brooksvilleraidboy201-19-20confederatesoldiers

It was confusing to watch and try to decide which side had the upper hand.01-19-20grayfires01-18-20brooksvilleraidboy01-19-2020confederatetroops01-19-20unionshoot.jpg

The calvary took the field while canons fired on both sides.01-19-20cavalry01-19-20canonclose01-19-20calvaryshoot.jpg01-19-20horseback.jpg01-19-20twohorses.jpg01-19-20northovercomes.jpg

The dead and wounded were left laying in the field.01-18-20brooksvilleraidwounded

This old confederate soldier watched two of his fellow soldiers fall in the fighting.01-19-20oldman

He took up the charge by himself, which proved to be a futile attempt in the heat of the moment.01-19-20charge01-19-20nursing

In the end it appeared that the north had taken the day.  But at the end of the battle the dead and wounded arose, and both sides participated in a salute to past and present soldiers who have fought and died for our country.  If only all wars could end this way.01-19-2020finalsalute.jpg

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The Brooksville Raid…

The Brooksville Raid was not a civil war battle but a skirmish, which had no clear winner.  Perhaps that’s why the reenactment weekends are structured by coin toss as to which side wins.  And the other side wins the next day.  A very civilized way to do things I suppose.  The gates open at 9 AM and the battle doesn’t happen until 2:30, so there is a lot of time to wander in the encampments where the reenactors spend the weekend, not just reenacting the battle but reliving life in the camps also.  They wander through the crowds in their costumes, the troops practice their drills, and it does help you to imagine what life would have been like for those poor soldiers.  Maybe not so poor on a gorgeous, sunny Florida day, but that wasn’t always the case now was it?

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Sarsaparilla, I hadn’t had it before.  Choose your bottle and fill it for $5, and refills are $2!

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Happy New Year…

I wasn’t thinking about it being New Year’s Eve this morning.  I was thinking of my trip to John Chestnut park a few days ago, when the photographer I talked to said that across Lake Tarpon was Anderson park.  He seemed to dismiss Anderson park, not much there he said, but even at that moment I said to myself that I ought to try the sunrise from there.  And when I saw what a nice day appeared to be brewing I was up and out the door with time to spare.  It was a nice last day of the year, and 2019 was a good year for me, though not for some who are near and dear to me.  I hope this new year brings good things for all of us.  Happy New Year everyone!

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Aripeka again…

I stopped at the first bridge on my trip to Aripeka that morning.  I liked that there were lights on in the houses, but it looked like the actual sunrise would be so far to the right that it wouldn’t be the prettiest sunrise photos for me.  So I took a few pictures and then moved on to the second bridge, the more familiar bridge I’ve used for sunrise photos.  In the 30 seconds or so it took to drive that little way up the road not only had the sunrise colors come to life, but the wind had kicked up tremendously.  I overheard the bait shop owner cautioning the boaters who had stopped on the bridge, telling them that they would have some problems if they headed out on the water that day.  While the temperature was mild, the wind was still whipping and the sky was overcast, I wonder how those boaters did out there…

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Citrus County Drummers…

The trip to Citrus County on Sunday was to attend the solstice meeting of the Citrus County Drum Circle.  I had seen a drum circle before on Pine Island, but I hadn’t been to this group before.  My friend is a member and knew the names of all the various drums and horns that were being used.  They all were unusual, and the entire evening was spent with the rhythm of the drums gently marking the time.  People danced in the circle as the spirit moved them, but most just watched quietly.  I learned that one very graceful dancer had been a belly dance instructor, and the elderly lady who had caught my eye had been a clown in her younger years.  There was a certain peacefulness to the evening, the only thing missing was a lovely sunset.  I would like to attend again, but nothing could move me to get up and dance in that circle.  But I envy those who can let themselves go like that…12-22solstice12-22mermaiddancer12-22hug12-22horn12-22favoritelady12-22drummers12-22dancing212-22dancing12-22dancer112-22couple12-22charminglady12-22bandanaguy12-22ballcapguy