Sunset after a summer storm over the Gulf of Mexico, taken last week off the coast of Florida. The scene appeared as a painting, fiery brush strokes of orange against the fading blue sky. The clouds shone with angelic light, reflecting on the silent depths of the ocean below.
Well, we’ve come to the end of the challenge. Where did I end up on my vacation? No, it wasn’t the most glamorous or distant locale imaginable, but it is one of my most favorite places, and home to the #1 beach in the USA, Siesta Key. I just can’t seem to get enough; this is my second trip to the same spot since the beginning of the year. Have a look.
All of this week’s photos were taken on a single day in downtown Sarasota, Florida.
While visiting the Ringling Museum in Sarasota, we came upon this unusual sculpture on the grounds of the waterfront mansion, Ca d’Zan. Named “Fat Boy”, it was tucked into a grove of trees along the southern border. It depicts an Italian putto, the chubby and sometimes winged infant boys popular in art from the ancient classical world through the Renaissance era. The mirrored window in the boy’s forehead is said to reflect the sunset touching down on Sarasota Bay. We’ll have to go back and witness this for ourselves one day.
I haven’t posted for several days, but I have a pretty good excuse. My daughter and I are “wintering in Florida”. Well, not exactly wintering, more like “thawing out” for a week or so. We are on the Gulf coast in Sarasota, 10 minutes from what has been voted most beautiful beach in the United States, Siesta Key.
I am from Miami originally, and when I was growing up I couldn’t wait to leave Florida and see the seasons. The heat was oppressive in the summertime, much like stepping into a giant sauna with B52 bomber-size roaches. And amphibians of every size and shape. I remember sneaking in after curfew one night and tiptoeing ever so stealthily down the hall in stocking feet. I almost made it to my bedroom….when I stepped square on a baby tree frog In the darkness. It took everything I had not to lose it right there. Instead, I made horrible faces and exhaled silent screams as I raced to the bathroom to wash my foot.
Fast forward to today. Oh what a difference 30 years makes. Slap me with a shuffleboard stick and call me granny, but I hate, hate, hate being cold. I get chilled to the bone sometimes, and I actually have to get in a hot shower to warm up. And it has been a nasty winter in Asheville so far. There hasn’t been much snow, but the “polar vortex” has a firm grip. Next week the forecast low is 3 degrees one morning. Really? 3? Can’t wait to get back!
Meanwhile, we have enjoyed beautiful sunshine and average temperatures near 70 for most of our stay In Florida. Yesterday we walked along the beach and collected shells. I could get used to this. Tomorrow, it’s off to the Ringling Museum, which is supposed to be fantastic.
And so far….not a roach or a tree frog in sight. I’m keeping my shoes on, just in case.