Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Watch the Fishermen Return at Sunrise in Zihuatanejo

There are small sleepy fishing villages in Mexico that begin stirring before the sun is up. One such place is called Zihuatanejo which stands for "home of goddess women." As the legend goes, these women would rise by afternoon to lead the sun at dusk into the depths and the the realm of the dead to bring a dim light to the dead. It is located on the Pacific Ocean in an area called "La Costa Grande" which means "The Big Coast." It is in a sweet little cove and the bay is named the same as the village. The people are hardworking and have big hearts. They enjoy the visitors to the area. Sport fishermen come from all over the world to fish in this area.
Meeting the fishermen meant getting up very very early, but so very worth the rise before dawn. This is one of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever had the privilege to photograph, although while photographing the sunrise I did almost get run down by a fishing boat coming up onto the beach with their morning catch, but a fisherman saved me. I can't imagine what time these fishermen must have gone out to fish to be returning at sunrise with their catch. The birds all gather to collect and eat the fish discarded by the fishermen, so there were many birds around too. It was a magical morning. 
















Sunday, June 24, 2012

Promenade on The Tennessee River

Rivers call me to them. When I see a river I want to go to it, feel it, listen to it, be in it and a part of it, and go where it goes. As a child, I swam in many rivers and lakes in many different countries with my brothers and cousins. I still swim in them whenever I can. The rivers always seem to be going somewhere and that was what I loved about them. So, when I had the opportunity to see the Tennessee River, I greatly enjoyed stopping and being part of it for a few hours.
The Tennessee River flows through Chattanooga, Tennessee and meanders it's way down through Alabama and towards Mississippi before returning to Tennessee. It was also known as the Cherokee River and gets it's name from a Cherokee village called Tanasi.
I hope you enjoy my promenade on the Tennessee River and go meet a river near you soon.















Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Looking for an Alligator in the Bayous of Louisiana


Exploring the little towns of the back Bayous of Louisiana in search of alligators, was more fun than I would have imagined. Moss covered trees, warm humid air, buzzing of insects, the sun on my shoulders and the warmth of the people in these small towns along the Bayous are all absolutely wonderful. The people are always willing to tell you about the history of the area and their little town, sharing stories that at times may seem unbelievable to some, but are quite entertaining.
Louisiana Cajuns are fun, authentic folks and they never let a chance go by if there is some fun to be had. Cookouts by the river, fishing, boating, sitting in the shade drinking lemonade or a cool beer just shooting the breeze, whatever their choice of fun, they enjoy life as a comfortable friend. That is what makes the exploring an experience to remember. As for the alligator… well there’s always tomorrow. I know they are out there.

People here live on house boats, beautiful southern plantation homes, trailers, and some even in shacks,  but living by the Bayous of Louisiana is a way of life filled with history. With quaint road names like Grace Tureau, Cully Brussard and Summerfield, and town names like Galvez, French Settlement, and  Village of Port Vincent, the sense that you have taken a step back in time is quite strong. Life on these Bayous is a pleasant, unique, and worth Exploring again and again!