Posts Tagged ‘Tybee Island’

Tybee Lifeguarding

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So this morning I decided to “do church” by driving twenty minutes south from my place in Savannah’s historic district to Tybee Island.  Even though the dark clouds kept threatening to open up, I communed with nature and thanked God for the beauties of creation.

(I wanted to take up an offering, but the obviously heathen beachcombers just would not cooperate.)

So I walked.

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And looked.

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And listened.

And then, lo and behold, at one point I glanced up from checking my stock portfolio …

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… and all of a sudden JUST KNEW what my Tybee trip this morning was Really All About:

“Look!  I am meant to Be a Lifeguard!”

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And, clearly, the island is in dire need–the lifeguard stand stands sadly empty.

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“Hey you!  Yes you!”

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“I’m talking to you!”

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“That swimming suit looks ridiculous on you!!  What were you thinking?!”

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And a little later:

“Oh gosh, someone’s in trouble!  I gotta take action!”

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After the life save, I hurried back up to my post 14.

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And then this “official” rescue personage came driving up …

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… and asked me what the heck I was doing on a condemned life guard stand.  Like it wasn’t crystal clear that I was saving lives while he was golf-carting around and looking at girls.

“Sir, for future reference, please do not climb on these old structures.  And be careful climbing down.”

(As if a fit lifeguard like me would have any issues.)

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If you need me at the beach, rest assured, I will be on the lookout.

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Tybee or Not Tybee? The Sequel

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(My first Tybee or Not Tybee post.)

This past Sunday morning I skipped church (oh hush!) and drove twenty minutes down the road to my beach, Savannah’s beach, Tybee Island.  (It’s actually on the same road I live on, just a ways outta town.)

Here are some pics from my lazy Sunday morn foray.

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Happy Beaching 2014.

(Photos courtesy of photographer Robert Smith at http://www.robertsnapspot.com)

 

 

 

 

 

New Friend Mark’s Waves

My new friend Mark –who lives out on Tybee Island (I want to live on an island!)–recently sent me these GORGEOUS pictures he took while walking on the beach.

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And he made the most brilliant comment:  “The low light at dusk had a big effect on the image. Here’s another taken at same time. Nature is the ultimate artist!”

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Thanks, Mark.  The photos are really amazing.  And so is nature.

Five Friday Happy Bringers (7/12/13)

It’s mid-summer.  What a beautiful time of year.  And here are five reasons I’m happy:

1.  Making a delicious roast vegetable medley for supper the other night.  Yum!

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(Red and Vidalia onions, green and red peppers, fingerling potatoes, garlic, rosemary, zucchini,)

2.  Affirming and believing this beautiful potential truth:  “I picture myself in phenomenal health and in excellent physical condition at my ideal body weight.”

3.  A glorious morning on the back river side of Tybee Island (Savannah’s beach).

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4.  Elephant ears

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5.  The new public xylophone in Forsyth Park in historic district Savannah.

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Make some joyful music this weekend! 

How Excellent!

Wondrous Tybee morning!

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Road to Tybee (and still somewhat on my Green theme)

Lunching recently at Back in the Day Bakery–yum! actually two yums!–on Bull Street here in Savannah, my multi-talented (artist being one of said talents) friend Carl pulled out this small painting as a what-a-surprise Dining Gift (okay, we all know I just made that term up).  Entitled “Road to Tybee” the picture’s subject should look familiar if you have driven the long stretch between Savannah and Tybee Island to the beach.

The photo doesn’t do justice to the gorgeous interplay of greens and blues.  Or the white-gray clouds.  Or the brown-dark mustard marsh growth.  I love the scene’s sense of continuing, continuing.  And of Mother Nature’s peace.

And I also love this little signature thingy (can you see the “C” for Carl?) …

… which means that Carl is going to be REALLY famous one day (or else a doctor), and even though I will desperately want to “money in” on his fame by selling this piece of art, I will not because then I would have to either lie to Carl and never allow him anywhere near my place, or else tell him I selfishly used him as a cash cow.  Thus, I’ll just keep “Road to Tybee” meandering on, on my wall.  That’s the kind of friend I am.  One who considers his options before doing anything rash.

Thanks, Carl, I appreciate the beautiful picture.  It made me happy.  Friendship makes me happy.

[I feel that I probably should let you know that here in graciously southern Savannah, it is a longstanding tradition that if you take me to lunch, you should buy me a gift.  I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed at not knowing and adhering to local mores and customs.  And following the Boy Scouts mantra of “Be Prepared,” I am registered.]