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Music: Fire and Rain Whispers - Home Old New Orleans Friday's Journal . |
Incoming and outgoing tracks of a sea turtle on a barrier island beach. |
Tracks in the Sand |
If I have a book in my hand, it's probably a mystery. Since I grew up on Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers and Arthur Conan Doyle, my favorite mystery setting is still England and I read English mysteries by the score - I think that's why I'm always drinking tea! But, over the years, I've added other favorite locations to the list and, recently, I've included South Carolina's Low Country. Since I'm in the middle of a Low Country whodunit right now, that's how I came to choose the photos on this page. They were taken near Charleston and on South Carolina's Sea Islands and, also, on North Carolina's Outer Banks. Shrimp boats and seagulls and oak trees draped in Spanish moss - maybe I like the Low Country so much because it reminds me of my own corner of the world. Whatever the reason, it's a beautiful place to go island-hopping and I hope you enjoy the trip. (While you're there, if you find a baby sea turtle trying to make his way to the ocean, will you give him a helping hand by making sure his path is clear?) -- Nancy |
Beach-goers form a line to watch a baby loggerhead turtle make his slow journey toward the sea. |
One's options in this world are as vast as the horizon. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, because the tracks we leave behind are as important as the paths we follow. They're part of the same journey, the same story. -- Lori Lopez |
The cure for anything is salt water: either sweat, tears or the sea. -- Isak Dinesen |
If you walk in the tracks of others, you'll leave no footprints of your own. -- Chinese Proverb |
Thirty-five years ago, Frank Nesmith left a mailbox containing a notebook and pencil on a remote beach on Bird Island, N.C., so people who visited could leave messages. He labeled it "Kindred Spirit." He never dreamed what would come of it. Over the years, thousands have stopped to share their innermost thoughts and read about the lives of others. Mr. Nesmith is 87 now and has helpers who replenish the mailbox as the notebooks are filled. The journals are part of a special collection at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington. They're filled with stories of love and hope. As Mr. Nesmith recently said, "Read about 30 minutes in one of these notebooks, you'll walk away having a whole better feeling about the world you live in." |
I think that's what we all want in the end, to know that we left footprints when we passed by. We want to be remembered. -- Mike A. Lancaster |
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth. -- Rachel Carson |
I don't have any sea turtles to watch over, but I'm hoping to see some hatchlings of the land variety soon. I was watering my garden one day a few weeks ago when I was surprised to find a turtle nesting happily at the feet of St. Francis. Considering St. Franicis' love of animals and nature, I thought it was an interesting place for her to nest. Whatever brought her to my garden, I'm happy that she left some eggs behind. I saw her coming to visit for a few days after she laid the eggs, but I haven't seen her since. She left her eggs in the care of St. Francis and went on her way. Here's a picture I took the first day. -- Nancy |