A year ago, I took the picture below on a midday walk along Cook Inlet in Anchorage on winter solstice. As you can see, it was a dark, dreary day.
This year, I took the picture below on a mid-morning winter solstice walk considerably farther south and east, along the Atlantic coast on St. Simons, Georgia. As you can see, it was a dark, dreary day. The palm tree is an improvement, though.
We have been staying close to home (our little rental cottage) this past week as George recovers from rotator cuff surgery. He had the surgery on December 15 and it seems to have gone very well. The only glitch in the recovery so far has been a raging sore throat ulcer from the anesthesia tube. George has his first follow-up on the shoulder tomorrow and we will know more then about recovery time.
While he has been healing, the weather has been unseasonably cold, with low clouds, intermittent drizzle or steady rain, and a biting wind. Zoe loves it–she’s a cold weather dog–and I enjoy my beach walks in all weather, but photo opportunities have been few and far between.
Because all of my recent photos were variations on gray gloom, I will try to make this post vaguely informative on the topics of vegetable, animal, mineral, and the truly bizarre. First, vegetable–even in the gray gloom, the vegetation here is startling. If you fall asleep for too long, you may be in danger of waking up with plant tendrils creeping across your body. The Spanish moss seems to take on a life of its own, draping everything from live oaks to orange trees. It is an epiphyte—drawing its sustenance from the air—not the trees it inhabits. Still, it really knows how to move in on a host. It is gruesome and gorgeous at the same time.
The moss is taking over these citrus trees.
Left unchecked, the ivy also runs rampant, covering and ultimately breaking down everything in its path.
On the animal side, this may be the doggiest place we have visited so far. These beautiful golden retrievers were waiting for their owner with the top down in a mini-Cooper convertible in the grocery store parking lot, in full Santa regalia.
They appeared to feel that the costumes were undignified and below their proper status. I agree.
The beach is a dog playground. If you don’t like dogs, you are out of luck. This dog tribute was below a holiday-decorated driftwood tree on the beach.
In a jarring contrast with the dog-love atmosphere, the sidewalk drainage grates are potential dog leg crackers. The grates have enormous openings, just perfect for a dog’s leg to go straight in—first it’s a gotcha, then try to move and it’s a crunch.
So far, Zoe has carefully walked around them, but I hope she will not be distracted by the multitude of roaming cats and accidentally step in.
The central dog message board in the Village
On the mineral front, St. Simons has a building material called tabby that is a combination of sea shells, lime, water, and sand. The tabby concept was brought to this coast from North Africa by early Spanish settlers and used extensively in early building by the colonists. Tabby is still used here, although it’s “phony” tabby, being shells mixed with cement, not the more labor intensive lime and sand. But, phony or not, tabby is a beautiful thing. I cannot resist a wall embedded with shells. Nice.
An outside wall of a Village restaurant
Finally, the truly bizarre. Everywhere we walk or ride on St. Simons, historical markers punctuate the path. This area has always been a coastal crossroads and the people here are proud of its history, with groups such as the Daughters of the American Revolution and Daughters of the Confederacy promoting local tidbits of historical knowledge.
But “Daughters of the Cold War” seem to be conspicuously missing. And there should be chapter here because one of the most intriguing historical events in the area is missing a marker. Perhaps because it’s not exactly a tourist draw. It’s the “Tybee bomb,” an unexploded Mark 15 nuclear bomb lying somewhere in the offshore sediment just doing … whatever unexploded nuclear bombs do rolling around in the muck at the bottom of the ocean floor.
In 1958, during a military training exercise a bomber and fighter plane collided above Tybee Island, outside of Savannah. The bomber was damaged but still able to fly and jettisoned the bomb before landing. Despite several searches, the bomb has never been found. Whether or not it poses a real threat (probably by slow leakage of radiation) is a matter of debate. But it is something to think about when gazing offshore toward the north. I wonder where it is and what it is up to. Let’s hope it stays intact.
There’s a nuclear bomb rolling around out there somewhere.
The days are getting longer!
Happy holidays, Mele Kalikimaka, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyeux Noel, Feliz Navidad, Joyous Kwanzaa, and have a good Festivus. Enjoy.