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I was amused, and slightly annoyed, listening to someone bash Facebook, calling it a complete waste of time. I understand that not everybody likes everything in the modern world, including television, movies, email, computers, smart phones, etc., but there are those of us of all ages who embrace every bit of it. So, this is my rebuttal on Facebook, in no particular order of importance.

1. The photos. It has replaced the brag book for parents and grandparents. When I first became a grandmother, we all carried books of photos in our purses, which quickly became obsolete as the babies grew up so fast. Now, we all see everything in our friends’ family lives. If you don’t want to see it, don’t look, but the rest of us are delighted to share the greatest of happiness with you. And, use the privacy settings if you don’t want everyone in the world to see them.

2. More photos. I love the travel photos, which give me new places to dream about, and the everyday photos, which take me with you. I love the weather photos, the food and coffee photos, and any photo you share! Again, if this isn’t your thing, don’t look. Scroll down for something else.

3. The videos. I love seeing what videos amused you or moved you, or seeing videos of your baby’s first steps. It saves me going to YouTube to search for them myself and I get an inkling of your sense of humor or your compassion or your life.

4. My own group of friends all in one place, sharing together. I am happy to have friends of all ages, from my grandchildren to elderly friends on Facebook. There are friends from various places I have been, friends from previous jobs, friends from school, which was a long time ago, old friends and new friends, friends of my children, and mere acquaintances. I get to choose which ones are there. And, I like that I can sort them out into groups and see only the posts of my family or a certain group or my close friends without having to search the site each time.

5. Private messages. Facebook messages have replaced emails in many cases and I’m for any way we can reach each other.

6. Businesses or groups I “Like.” I’m cautious with this because I don’t want this to end up like my email which is now 90% business ads. I do like to check on a restaurant or store to see what is going on there and Facebook is an easy way to do that.

7. Links to articles. It seems I find more information than ever on very interesting and timely issues due to the links my friends post. Once I read that one, I find more and keep reading on. Sometimes, these articles are linked to sites I have never heard of, so it’s a shortcut for me. If a friend posts it, I am likely to check it out.

8. Sharing important moments. When my son died, I was so touched by the tributes to him on Facebook and the messages to his family from people all over the country. We still keep his page so that his friends can post photos they run across or send a message when they are thinking about him. Facebook also lets people share when their friends are sick or going through rough periods in their life or having a happy moment, such as a wedding or graduation. We are all a community at those times particularly.

9. Deepening friendships. Through Facebook, I have learned so much more about people I knew at work or through my children or hadn’t seen in awhile or just met, or have known my whole life. Through their sharing, I feel much more involved in their lives and understand them much better. Sometimes, I admit, I don’t like what I see so much, but that helps me understand them better.

10. Sharing the news. When something happens in our world, I’m sure to find political comments, quotes, articles, and observations, whether we are discussing gay rights, elections, religion, entertainment news, commentary on television programs or movies or art or sports. I learn so much about you this way. Sometimes we don’t think alike and the discussions get lively, but we are discussing some serious issues and it’s always great to look at all sides of everything.

I understand that younger Facebook users are turned off because their parents and grandparents have taken it over and they want their own space with their own friends. Boy, do I remember that feeling well and I respect it. They have turned to Instagram, which is fun and makes us all art photographers, but is limited in scope as they don’t have to use words very much. They like Twitter, which has its limits also. And there are other sites. I hope that they come back along the way because, until something new comes along, Facebook seems to be the best community for those of us who value relationships and want to stay in touch. If I could be with all these people in person every day. . .well that’s not possible. This is my thank you to Mark Zuckerberg for his enterprise.

Nobody has to join Facebook, but it’s sure fun.

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I’m told that the first years of retirement are for travel, before your body or your mind gets too weak and you just don’t feel like making the effort any more. Before I get depressed by that thought, I’m thinking back over the wonderful places I’ve been in my life and wondering which way to go this year with almost an entire year stretched before me.

One thing I’ve learned is that you don’t have to go far to find beauty, history, and interesting people and stories. Last year, way back in 2013, I explored some areas of my home state of Oklahoma that I’d never passed through in my 68 years here. I also travelled to the northwest and the southeast. Maybe this year, I’ll go northeast and southwest. Or all of them. I’ve travelled to other countries in my lifetime and have plenty of places to add to my global wish list. Right now I’m loving our country, which I can never get enough of, so I spend my cold evenings with my iPad in hand, searching maps and places, trying to narrow down where to go, knowing that new opportunities will be there as the days progress.

For your winter dreams, here are sunrises and sunsets in various places. . .

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Naples, Florida sunrise

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Pass Christian, Mississippi sunset

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Smokey sunrise over the Grand Canyon

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Texas sunset

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Sunrise over Depoe Bay, Oregon

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Sunset over San Francisco Bay from Oakland

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Sunset over the Grand Tetons, Wyoming

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Sunset over Nye Beach, Oregon

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And, another Oklahoma sunset to top it off. . .

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May your 2014 be filled with sunrises and sunsets in all the places you dream of.

A friend once commented that the only thing we can really give our children is memories. That’s a pretty important statement because it covers a lot of ground. Memories can be of lessons learned, like my mother teaching me manners or how to make a bed, or they can be painful, like hurt feelings or physical injuries or loss of loved ones. He was referring to the good ones, the fun ones, the special ones.

Watching my four year old granddaughter, who has already lost her Daddy and her other grandmother in her short life, I am amazed once again at how much little ones observe and remember. She’s at the age where she says “remember when…” a lot, already placing her memories in her ever so short past. But they are definitely stored there and who knows when she will bring them back into a conversation or how they will ultimately affect her life.

For Christmas, I gave my family a trip, a long weekend together, to Austin and San Antonio. The weekend after Christmas was the first time we could find that their schedules weren’t bogged down with sports or school or work, almost an impossibility to bring four families, 16 people together. But we did it. We spent four days traveling in four cars to two cities with eight adults and eight kids ranging from 12-16 with one four year old.

The gift for me was watching them all together, enjoying each other. We all live in the same city but it’s hard to find time to just relax and enjoy each other. The bigger kids go to school together and are close friends, so there was no teenage drama, no teen rolling his or her eyes at the parents. The little one was silly and the older ones were amused and helped with her antics. The parents all parented all the kids. I just got to sit and watch. And love them all.

Looking back at my own life, I have every kind of memory, good, bad, sad, funny. In all our lives, there are things that can’t be avoided, things that hurt, events and people we would like to forget. At best, we can learn and grow from them and put them in perspective. But, it’s important to have good memories, sweet memories, funny memories, to help balance it all out. My obsession with photos helps me with that. Not every memory has to be as elaborate as the trip we took, but it was great. We have many memories that cost us nothing and happened right at home. And, when we gather, whether it’s all of us or with some absent, all those memories are part of the conversation.

The gift for me is that my family has grown into a loud, laughing, loving bunch where there are no awkward silences, no sulking members, no hateful scenes and lots of the very best kind of memories. My resolution for 2014 is to make more of the good kind for everyone I know, family or friend. Happy New Year!

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I keep wondering if I ever had a year when I didn’t appreciate everything around me? When I was younger, did I drive by all the beauty in a couple of decades of endless carpools and meetings and kids? I don’t think I did. I hope I didn’t. I only know I appreciate all the beauty more every year now and this beautiful world takes my breath away every day.

Tulsa is exploding with colors. The cities are often prettier than the country because people plant trees for their seasonal colors. We’re having a kind of late fall because it’s been so unseasonably warm, no freeze yet. But the color is coming every day. You drive by a tree one day and it’s green, the next day it’s changing colors, the next day it’s brilliant. Every errand is a trip through beauty. I want to stop along the way with my camera to catch it all. I’ve taken pictures before, but it’s different every year. Trees change shapes, the colors and go, it’s a new world.

One of my maples is turned, the big one is just now changing. My pecan tree hasn’t even started to turn its gorgeous yellow. But here are some colors around my yard…

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I love the beauty berry…

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And some more trees around the neighborhood…

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Even the vines turn colors…

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This tree never disappoints…

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As the leaves thin out, you can see clumps of mistletoe ready for the holidays. Oklahoma’s state flower, even though it’s a parasite…we do have a sense of humor here…

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It’s a beautiful fall day when the skies are a clear blue and even the fallen leaves are lovely, not yet a nuisance to be raked.

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For those of you who don’t have four seasons, this is for you. For the rest of us…get out and look around you. It’s another glorious day…

Sometimes we humans get to witness moments in nature that we know we will never see again. I was taking pictures after the recent storms in Oregon, watching the thick sea foam washing over the beach when something caught my eye, an unusual movement through my viewer. I had zoomed in and still couldn’t recognize exactly what I was seeing. You may see it around the center of this shot…

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It was a bird, covered in sea foam, waddling towards me until it got covered in foam again with the next wave. It was a pelican.

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I wasn’t sure what to do. He was completely covered, his eyes, his wings, his bill. I was still too far from him to be of much help, so I kept taking pictures. He, or she…what do I know?…stopped and stretched. It was definitely a pelican, a tired pelican. No telling how long it had been struggling to escape the strong waves of sea foam. I know. I had been standing with my back to the ocean the day before and got caught in a rush of the nasty looking, thick foam. I couldn’t outrun it. And I’m a whole lot taller than a bird on the ground. It seems to take a long time to make it closer to the shore.

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I wasn’t moving, only clicking my camera, but the pelican seemed to know I wasn’t going to hurt him. Or he was too tired to care. He was just trying to get out of the mess. Thoughts were running through my mind about trying to help. Do pelicans bite? What if I just scared him. I had nothing with me to dry him off. So much for my valiant thoughts of a wildlife rescue. He stopped and shook a few times, losing a little bit of the foam.

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He wasn’t very graceful but he was moving. He seemed to know what to do. He stretched his wings again.

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Then his neck. He was watching me now.

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He let his pouch drop a little, alternating spreading his wings, preening to get the foam off.

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He turned to me, looking right at me, probably 20 feet away.

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Then he spread his wings, airing them out, and headed for the safety of a log thrown to shore by the storm.

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A couple, probably from Germany, joined me on the shore and began taking photos with an iPad. They had seen many dead birds after the storm and thought this one would probably die, he looked old to them.

You know what…I don’t think so. I think he knew exactly what to do and was going to go dry off before returning to the other pelicans in the area. I’m not naive, but I saw the look in his eye, a look of strength. No matter what happened later, he had made it to shore, cleaned himself off, and looked a human in the eye. I felt good about him and grateful for getting to capture it for you. I won’t forget my plucky pelican friend…

I took a blogging break, not because I couldn’t get online or didn’t have things to show and tell, but because I was busy adventuring. There’s actually too much, but I have to treat you to the wonders of Oregon. This was my fourth trip to this state and I have to say that, while I’ll never leave Oklahoma, I hope to always come back here.

We were here for about 11 days this time and even the things I’d seen before at the same time of year looked different. First, we flew in over Mt Hood and it was covered with snow. Last year, it was dry.

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And our first weekend on the coast was in record rains with high winds. From the safety of our place, we watched the stormy seas, venturing away from the fireplace only for better views. As visitors, you don’t have to worry about your property, only your own safety and preparedness, so we kept the fire lit and had flashlights and enjoyed snuggling in while the winds roared and the waves rolled higher and higher.

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The beaches we saw after the storm were altered by the foam and debris.

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and the waves were rough for a few days

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But it soon relaxed and the earth restored itself to a refreshed beauty. We explored the towns along the coast with all their seaside charm…

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…ate wonderful seafood…Dungeness crab, Oregon pink shrimp, shrimp and clam chowder, rock fish, halibut, and snapper…in nice restaurants and along the road…

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I saw the creatures of the sea…the pelicans, gulls, and cormorants, the sea lions in rain and shine…

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…and the harbor seals…

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I walked early in the morning as the sun hit the sea…

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…and captured sunsets…

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There were beaches with sand dunes…

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and beaches with driftwood…

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…and treasures to find…

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There were lighthouses…

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…and signs that alert…

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And I left the beach to hike up trails that led to mossy forests and flowing waterfalls, lush from the storms…

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…and travelled the historic coastal highway along the Columbia River, looking over where Lewis & Clark paddled by, enjoying the falls along the way.

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So I prepare to leave this beautiful state while the beaches, the forests, and Mt Hood are in my heart, begging me to return.

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How can I refuse as long as I can walk the shores or climb the trails? Oregon will always be a special, magical place for me.

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When I first got a digital camera and scanner, I thought this was the place that all my photos would be stored, the great preserver of all the images of my life. That was naive to say the least. My friends of my advanced age think I’m pretty good on the computer…I would say I’ve embraced it and love all my technology. But…

With 16,000 photos stored on my computer, along with a back-up drive, I managed to delete them all last year in a quick move that still makes me cringe and that I’m still paying for and trying to correct. I had them all on my Mac, stored in events and albums, dated, some labeled. Very organized. Then, in a move I can’t believe, I moved the photo file to the trash and emptied the trash. Just like in the real world. I threw them away! I recovered about 14,000 of them from the hard drive and then had to go Snapfish and Facebook or rescan them to get the rest. The ones I had sent on a disk from Snapfish were out of order and not dated, so I’m still working with a few hundred of those. Lesson learned. I asked the Apple guy at the store how he stored his photos and he said he has them on two hard drives and disks. You can’t over-save them. That’s my Tip for the day.

That was last fall. Dang! Then, last week, I was looking at the media library for this blog. It said I had used up so much storage and had so much left. In my overly active or overly tired mind, I thought it would be a good idea to make some space. So, I deleted most of them. Then I noticed that not all my blogs had the photos. What was I thinking? Why would I think that inserting them in the blog automatically stored them somewhere else? So, I’m recovering the photos I deleted from various places and re-inserting them into the blogs. If you are looking through old blogs of mine…THANK YOU!…you might notice some blanks where there should be photos. I’m in the process of fixing it. It’s not as hard as it sounds, but it takes some time. I’m considering it as learning a new skill. Come back another time for complete blogs!

The good thing is that I am about to celebrate my first anniversary of blogging and this idiotic move of mine has made me go back through every one of my pieces and I’m forced to see what I wrote over the last year. That has been a fun thing and makes me realize how much I’ve learned. It also reminds me how much I don’t know. Which I already knew. I knew I really don’t know much…I’m just not afraid to admit it and keep on plugging away. Thanks for bearing with me…

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All travel is enhanced by the people you meet along the way. You can look at photos, read books, study history, but it’s the people who bring it to life and give you a real sense of a region or country. I could write about the waitresses and waiters I’ve met along the way or the tour guides and just the people I’ve encountered through the years. Some of my favorites, some of the people who have made my trips the most memorable are the artists…performers, musicians, actors, painters, sculptors, photographers, and writers…the ones who stick in my mind because they bring places to life.

In Memphis, I met David Bowen while he was singing at the King’s Palace Cafe on Beale Street. He’s been playing there, or elsewhere in the area, for years, a backup player, whatever it took to keep playing the music. These guys are everywhere, playing for the love of the music whether they get rich or mildly successful or not. He just has Memphis written all over him and his playing.

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I watched plein air artists in Great Smoky Mountain National Park, but they weren’t selling.

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When you’re in Charleston, you see the ladies (and gentlemen) with their sweetgrass baskets everywhere. Our tour guide warned us that the prices sound expensive, but not so much when you know how much work goes into the weaving and sewing of this traditional art, brought from Africa and seen in the Carolinas since the 17th century. I stopped by the tables of this sweet lady, Neantha Ford, just off the corner of Broad and Meeting to admire her work. She was all smiles, which made her a winner. She signed my basket, as all artists should…

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I don’t blame the ones who were so solemn because I’ve worked a booth and it’s not always fun to sit all day waiting for some tourist to purchase your work. I love the basket I purchased, which is a nice usable size or easy to hang on a wall. I stuck the sweetgrass flowers, called Confederate Roses, that I purchased in the handle for this picture. I bought several from a vendor in the market and then bought one from a young man standing in an alley making them and another from an elderly man who approached me in Savannah. Making these roses must be one of the first things learned in this area.

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Fairhope, Alabama is an artists’ haven, fueled by the creativity encouraged in the Organic School (similar to Montessori) that flourished there in the 20th century and still is active. I met several artists and it seemed they had all emerged from that background. It is a charming place to live along the Gulf across the bay from Mobile. I was enchanted with these bricks made by a local potter, John Rezek, that made up a walk in front of the Organic School and another one by the Fairhope Museum of History, a delightful small, well run and interesting museum of the area.

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John was working on one of the walks when I met him and I asked our hostess to take me to his studio, where I purchased a coffee mug…

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She then took me to the studio of Tom Jones, a studio made of bricks from the area, known as Clay City.

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He had a kiln from Clay City that most of my potter friends would covet…

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Tom was another product of the Organic School. He was off to Italy so I was lucky to meet him…such a genuinely nice person. I would love to have one of his Halloween jack-o-lanterns, but they are sold out for the year. I’ll need to get an order in early. I did purchase one of his platters, which also celebrates Jubilee, an event that takes place annually or more often when shrimp, crabs and other fish swarm into Mobile Bay. When the call goes out, “Jubilee!,” people rush to harvest a seafood feast. Sounds crazy and fun!

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No surprise that New Orleans is teeming with artists. There are musicians on the streets from the man who plays for Jesus outside of Cafe DuMonde and starts your morning off with a smile…

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…to the three kids who looked like they were skipping school to play…and could they ever play!
That little girl on guitar was incredible…

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There are always performance artists by Jackson Square. I saw this guy change positions once during the day and saw several wannabes nearby who couldn’t begin to freeze in position like he did.

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Of all the street painters, Sean Friloux was the best on that particular day. I walked by and came back, loving his images. He was working on a painting of the corner by Cafe DuMonde and I loved it. I came back to get it and he kind of posed for me. He was a quiet guy. Love my painting…

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You can find Sean’s work at https://www.facebook.com/sean.friloux. Enjoy!

You can see why I always stop for artists. I thank my mother who taught me to buy art when I traveled. Way back, you didn’t have to pay duty on it, so it was a good deal, another bonus for her. I’ve met artists all around the world, including in my own hometown, and love supporting them. They are entwined with my memories wherever I’ve been. I encourage you to make it a habit yourself to bring any trip to life!

It all started while talking to new friends about their life in Georgia on the Ogeechee River, which runs in their back yard, so to speak. She told me about fishing with a 16 foot gator coming up beside the boat. We laughed about the TV show, “Swamp People.” She said she knows those people, she is those people. We were out on their boat in the lowlands of Georgia, off the coast near Savannah, and I was watching the waters for alligators. Yikes!DSC_0653I’ve seen alligators on the golf course in Florida and was always careful if I hit a ball into the woods to just hit another one. I had no interest in searching for anything back there. But this was different. I don’t know why because an alligator is an alligator and all they want is to eat you no matter where you are.

After leaving Savannah, we were driving through rural Georgia, kind of cutting across the state, and saw Okefenokee Swamp on the map. I’ve heard of Okefenokee all my life. It was the site for all the Pogo cartoons and there were those movies where people sank in the quicksand back in the Okefenokee and it’s just fun to say it. In the area where we were was a privately owned park in the national wildlife refuge, so we just cut off the road and went there. Fearing an overly done theme park, we were delighted to find a small park that seemed part of the natural area. We were too late for the boat tour but signed on for the train back into the swamp. Why were we so obsessed with swamps all of a sudden? And here are the signs we were greeted with…DSC_0746

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DSC_0742When we left the viewing area, waiting for the train, I turned and saw a big alligator on the sidewalk ahead of us. Really! I don’t know why they bothered to have any in the viewing pen because they were everywhere. The train tour took us on a quick ride through the close swamps and the guide’s talk did nothing but confirm to me that I wasn’t ever going to live in a swamp. I could imagine the Indians back in there laughing at the people trying to get them out. Come and get us, you fools!

There is an incredible beauty to the swamps…if you don’t think about all the things that can kill you. I was being attacked by Yellow Flies even with bug spray. I know anybody who lived in there knew some natural way to keep them away. If the flies don’t get you with disease, there are mosquitoes, quicksand, panthers, snakes, snapping turtles and the alligators to do the job. A swamp was becoming the most dangerous place I could think of…Okefenokee SwampWe were walking through a little village that showed houses and the way the people of the area when some children spotted a gator around the back of the building. I can’t believe I took pictures because I know they can jump and move at 35 mph. This guy just kept smiling bigger and bigger at me. There was a lady with a pole who seemed to know how to get around this area and she kept talking to the gators and chasing them away from the ridiculously innocent tourists…like us.

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I kept walking and went to the side to take pictures. See the shoe in this shot? That’s how close we were. And the gator kept watching us very intently, probably hoping that lady with the pole wasn’t nearby.DSC_0772We turned for an ethereal view of the swamps before heading east once again.

DSC_0765DSC_0760We had already decided to go through Cajun country in southern Louisiana after we left New Orleans, and we decided to see if there was a swamp tour. There had to be because this is where “Swamp People” had been filmed. We really, REALLY, weren’t there because of that, but it seemed like we had to see the swamps down here after our tour in Georgia. We stayed in Houmas (pronouned HOMA) and looked online for a tour. I picked one that sounded good because it was a private area and no other boats would be there. I KNOW I’m a tourist, but I didn’t think it would be so good with lots of boats in the swamp. We were told to watch for their sign in the sugar cane. It was in the middle of a sugar cane plantation, it turns out.

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Here are some views of this Louisiana swamp…

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DSC_0985We learned about the palmettos that the Indians used to build huts and how the animals lived and the constant dangers to all. L’il John, our guide, showed us nests of 6 week and striped 3 week old baby alligators and we looked for their mothers nearby. One of the mothers showed up, swimming down the river at us at a steady, fast pace. The mothers protect their babies for a couple of years, while the fathers will just eat them.IMG_4033

There were beautiful birds…

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and families of river raccoons, much smaller than our forest raccoons at home. They ran to the banks, knowing he would throw bread to them. After all, you do have to show the tourists some critters so they can get their money’s worth! But they were pretty cute…DSC_0950Soon after we started, the most frightening birds showed up, black-headed vultures. They followed us up and down the swamp, swooping in on us, hovering in branches overhead.

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DSC_0967At a spot he called Buzzard’s Point, hundreds of them congregated and made the most heinous sounds as we floated by them. Creepy!!!IMG_4036The boats had buckets of meat for the alligators so you could see how they eat and how far up they jump – they can bring 2/3 of their bodies out of the water. I was talked into holding the pole with meat on the hook for a gator, who snapped it off with such force that pole sprang back at me. I just wanted to take pictures. Trust me, they’re not tame or trained. He showed us the hooks they use on television, which he doesn’t like to use to bring them in because making the gators pull on it hurts the gators’ insides. He prefers bringing them up and shooting them, but acknowledges it probably doesn’t make good television.

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Here are the places where alligators live in the United States…

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I’m not planning any camping trips in the swamps, but it was fun and educational to get back in there. I’m even recording an episode or two of “Gator Boys.” And the alligator season in Louisiana is open the month of September. There are a million alligators in Louisiana and another million in Florida (along with crocodiles) and no telling how many in the other states. Be careful out there!

I am a tree-hugger. Whenever I meet one that I love, I really do want to wrap my arms around the trunk and feel that immense strength, hoping to absorb some of it.

I’ve visited the giant Cedars in remote western Montana…last year it was giant Sequoias in the west…this year it’s Live Oaks in the south. When I read about the Angel Tree, I had to visit…

The Angel Tree is in a park owned by the city of Charleston, even though it’s on John’s Island, a bit out of town. The tree has a very sacred feel, but it is named after the Angel family who used to own the property. The tree is estimated to be 400-500 years old, which means it was here when only Native Americans lived in the area, before the Europeans arrived. In 2012, developers proposed a giant condo complex nearby that would have possibly altered the environment in the area, but other lovers of this tree prevailed…Thank You!

Looking for the Angel Tree takes you on the highway out of Charleston, on the way to Kiawah Island. There is only a small sign to mark the tree and you turn onto a very rough dirt road that might discourage you from going further if this weren’t your destination. You drive through what could be a spooky forest of oaks draped in Spanish Moss until you see a clearing on your left. There is a small sign on the right and before you reach the drive, you see the tree and you are in shock at the size. The park is fenced in with a small log building, a couple of portable toilets and a few picnic tables. The cabin has souvenirs and a couple of women selling sweetgrass baskets on the back screened in porch. But, you’re here to see the tree.

You can’t get it all in one photo. It’s 65 feet tall and spreads over 17,000 square feet. The limbs are so heavy they’ve drooped to the ground. Ferns grow along limbs. You need to see people beside it to comprehend its size. After that intro, the tree speaks for itself, different from any side. There are abundant signs reminding visitors not to climb the tree, which is tempting, and not to carve it. Horrors!!!

imageDSC_0568DSC_0574On one side, the limbs on the ground look like individual trees until you see what they are…DSC_0577

 

I gave the tree several pats and hugs and left with a wonderful feeling of having shared a treasure of the earth back in the South Carolina forest. See if you can find me in the picture. I’m the tiny human, realizing her place in the universe is all relative…DSC_0573