Shoot-out:: Town Main Attraction

I am experiencing a photo upload problem and probably will not have it resolved until Monday or Tuesday. Sorry. Thanks for visiting.

Shoot-out: Places of Worship

This week, I have been extremely busy, with a granddaughter in the hospital for an operation (She's doing very well.) I was tempted to go to archives for church pictures , but most of you have seen them before. Here are some shots not featured before. I concentrated my efforts in the old city center.

We have a strong abiding faith in our home that Jesus Christ is our Savior and that, through His atonement, He redeemed our sins. I know that there may be some out there whose beliefs are not ours, but, I would like to share a personal poem written with the thought that how we live, regardless of our faith, may be more of an indication of our quality of worship than the number of times we attend a cathedral.

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Could We?

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Before the dawn of mortal man,

Before creation's eve began,

The Prince of Peace, salvation's King,

Foretold the struggle earth would bring,

And, He alone would lead the fight

Against the wrath of Satan's might.

If Christ would do His Father's will,

Could we not light a darkened hill?

Could we not sound the battle cry?

Could we not love and testify?
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Before He faced Gethsemane,

Before the pain of Calvary,

That gentle man of love and grace

Foretold the death that He would face.

We cannot know what He endured,

That holy man, so clean and pure.

If Christ would give His life for all,

Could we not stand and heed His call?

Could we not sound the battle cry?

Could we not love and testify?

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Before His resurrection day,

Before He rose above the fray,

The Savior of the world, indeed,

Foretold the strength that we will need

To overcome the bitter cup,

And then, through Him, be lifted up.

If He, as God, would freely give,

Could we not change the way we live?

Could we not sound the battle cry?

Could we not love and testify?

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Copyright * Gordon Hand

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Thanks for visiting. Walk with faith.

Shoot-out: St. Augustine Skyline

Skyscrapers are forbidden in our little town. The skyline remains as it has been for many, many years, except for the temporary bridge to replace the Bridge of Lions while it is being disassembled, restored and rebuilt. No commentary this week, only a true shoot-out.

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I lied. This is the temporary Bridge of Lions construction mess.

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Thanks for visiting. See you next week.

Whatzit # 49

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither seashell nor a frog.

This famous skyline has really gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: "Whatzit?"

Summer lingers in Nature's School

Our Florida tropical summer surges on, as October fades into November. Wild flowers show their approval of the unseasonably warm temperatures with buttons of buds and beautiful, colorful blossoms. As long as the plants continue to produce such magnificence, flying insects will continue to bask in the sun, doing their part in the pollination process as we (calendar-wise) knock on winter's door.

The weight of the butterflies must be a light whisper to the delicate blooms.

Bright orange was the airborne color of the day as dozens of the same species darted from station to station atop the Lantanas.

Scattered speckles of white adorned their wings and circled their heads.

Suddenly, I spotted one much less colorful and not quite so nimble as all of the others. Obviously, from the same family, it participated in the nectar feast. But, why was it so different?

With closer observation, I realized that it was missing almost half of its left wing. Obviously, the wound was an old one. My suspicion was that its faded color resulted from damage by an earlier accident or predator attack.

Others, so magnificent, no longer were as awe inspiring.

They retained my appreciation for their beauty, but the damaged one held my heart.

Around the lake house, tiny flowers sere scattered, randomly, in the grass and along the lake shore.

The big bang theory goes lacking when I see these intricate creations of God.

It is hard to pick a favorite, when each has such unique beauty.

Buttercups were sparsely scattered in the grass,

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While others seemed comfortable in large numbers.

In many areas families visited with families.

Thank you, mother nature.

The insects thank you, also.

I frightened this fellow, but, caught his very unusual markings before he flew away.

He had hidden his brilliant red on the underside of his wings as I had approached him.

At water's edge a volunteer, about six feet tall, had sprung, seemingly, out of nowhere since I last visited our weekend hideaway.

It is, truly, spectacular. Did I use that adjective, before? It is wondrous.

It is as if God had planted it since our last weekend visit.
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I learned much from nature, today.
I was reminded that God lives and wants us to enjoy His creations.

I mourned a handicapped butterfly that taught me a valuable lesson in life:

If a wounded butterfly can have the heart of a lion, then, maybe I can show a little more determination when things get tough.

Friday Shoot-out - Anastasia Park

Anastasia State Park has never been featured in any of my shoot-out assignments. It is a VERY popular getaway for St. Augustine tourists, and locals alike. It is, basically, a beach campground and water sport mecca. I apologize for the haziness of the photos. While we have not had very much rain this week, it has been mostly cloudy and very breezy.
I do not have photos of the park campground, but, it is top notch, with indoor restrooms, hot showers and playgrounds.

The sandy beaches, which are protected by sea oat covered dunes, are the main attraction of this beautiful park.

Surf fishing is very popular, but on breezy days anglers often prefer the great fishing of the salt water river along the main road inside the park.. The day of these shots was quite windy.

Artists often set up at picturesque areas. I stopped and looked over this artist's shoulder to see his view. The trees in his painting are more typical of south Florida palms than those in our area. There were no trees in his viewing area, so I assumed he was using the marsh grass as a model for his foreground.

At the beach parking area you can see the lighthouse on the horizon. Enlarge the photo and see if you can pick it out to the right of the tree.

On the river, within the park, the state leases a shack to a water sport enterprise.

They rent out kayaks by the hour.

Or, if you would prefer something more exotic, they also have wind surfing catamarans, pattle boats, etc. The woman at the office told me she could make me proficient at the wind surfing with a 15 minute lesson.

The roads and, especially, the hiking trails are very unique with the wind blown bur oaks, palm trees and palmettos.

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Down by the beach, showers are available to wash off the salt after a swim in the surf. The little store offers a wide variety of refreshments and sandwiches, or you may choose to rent one of their surfboards. I would pay admission to see J9, ChefE or Ginger hang ten in our surf. (Ladies, "hang ten" means to hang your ten toes over the front of your board while you surf.)

After a time in the sun, shaded picnic areas are available for your enjoyment. Most of them have adjoining playgrounds for the toddlers.

Looking out over the beach never fails to spark my imagination.

Entrances to the catwalks crossing the dunes to the beach have warning signs posted about dangerous undertows and riptides.

On a rough surf day such as this dangerous currents are almost guaranteed. Thus, no swimmers.

The ocean is a lady of many moods, excited, angry, and romantic, to mention a few.

Dunes line the east coast of Florida, often being the only protection offered to homeowners during storms.

On red flag days it is best to just explore and search for shells, sand dollars and sharks teeth in the sand.

Many of you in the north have snow barrier fences. We have sand barrier fences by the dunes.

The dunes are home for many creatures. The dens of gopher tortoises offer free lodging for rattle snakes, mice and other freeloaders.

Where there are insects, we need exterminators.

It is unlawful to pick the seaoats along the coast.

Seaoats: the answer to the whatzit.
No, I didn't pick these. They were on the ground.

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I was lazy and did not research the name of this beautiful plant. It is about three feet across. They are abundant in the dune areas of the park.

It has been so warm here that many of the plants along the beach catwalk were in springlike bloom.

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Lighthouse Park is near Anastasia State Park. The earlier, distant lighthouse view was from the far end of the Anastasia. This view is closer to the entrance.

Thank you for visiting. Hope to see you again next week.
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Walk with faith.

WHATZIT # 48

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: "Whatzit?"

WHATZIT # 47

Please leave an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: "Whatzit?"

Shoot-out: Childhood Classics

Generation after generation of families in St. Augustine have enjoyed our tourist/historical attractions. Our twin daughters (This photo, a classic, taken about thirty five years ago.) had at least one thing in common with their grandfather. Their grammar school classes would visit St. Augustine historical sites, as his did.

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Living in the historical town of St. Augustine has its benefits. We have much of Florida and American history at our doorsteps. Every year, grade schools from the area and others from far away take field trips to visit our local attractions. Our parent and grandparents were involved, as children, in such excursions, just as we were. Our children and grandchildren have followed in our footsteps, touring, and studying the history of St. Augustine with their classmates.

I have posted photos of common destinations for field trips. To our family, these are classics. They are, also, in keeping with our "My Town" theme.

Generations have walked the bay front with classmates to enjoy our Florida sunshine.

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Castillo De San Marcos (the old fort) has stood the test of time as generations come and go.

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The lighthouse remains a beacon in our lives. Our grand children's great, great grandparents climbed the very same steps to the top.

The heavenly view from the lighthouse catwalk has remained constant for generations of time.

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Flagler Museum remains, today, as a monument to Henry Flagler, who was so instrumental in making St. Augustine the beautiful town it is today.

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Each member of our family, as school children, admired the sentinals protecting the entrance to the bridge of lions. Some of us even had our picture taken sitting on their backs.

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On historic St. George Street, the oldest wooden schoolhouse in the U.S. still stands waiting for its next wave of visiting students.
St. Augustine has been part of our terrific home in northeast Florida. As we say in the south, "Y'all come!"

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Thanks for visiting. Walk with faith.

Shoot-out: Sunrise / Sunset

While the sun is setting, this week, on Florida palm trees, I am up the road in New York fishing for King Salmon. Check ChefE's site. We may have a combined post, there.

Thanks for visiting. See you next week.

Friday Shoot-outs - Silhouettes

Thank you, Carrie, for giving me the opportunity to learn how to spell SILHOUETTE. There are a few new shots here, and a few from my stash.


Silhouettes can frame a beautiful sky. My granddaughter dragged me to this one. Posted once before.

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As I walked out onto the dock, there were lots of soon-to-be silhouettes waiting for me. The bright background of reflected light in the water turns brown peclicans into black pelicans.

Osprey, patiently waiting for dinner and practicing the rule of thirds.

These are some of the world's best silhouettes.

Sunrise at my favorite Florida fishing hole.

Very rare and long thought extinct, Florida Egret Bats,

practicing the rule of two-thirds. (advanced class)
Obviously bats, because they hang upside down.

Patty and Jen, What is wrong with this photo?

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As the western sky steals the light

"Cloudy" the rabbit ducks out of sight.
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Bless you, Carrie. It was a delight.

Thanks to all, and to all, a goodnight!.

Friday Shoot-out: Photo Study of a Building

Ginger, thank you for this assignment. You perpetuated my penchant for pitiful picture posting! It is not your fault. It's just me. I did find a building in our countryside that is well suited for my "unique" talents.
First, a little history. In our area of Florida we have a fair share of farmers. The two major crops are potatoes and cabbage. Most of the planting and especially the harvest is done by itinerant workers who are chasing work for a week or even a day. Back in the late fifties or early sixties one of our farmers with a large farm decided he would construct a comfortable building for the seasonal influx of workers who labored on his farm. His reasoning was that rested employees do more work. He even built restroom facilities and a kitchen where they could prepare their meals. Up until that time the workers would have to camp out all around his property. The workers loved it. Everyone was happy.......until the government stepped in. The county told Mr. Farmer that if he was going to house that many people he would need a motel license, plus, his taxes would double. The farmer said, "You don't understand! I am not charging them to sleep there. It will only be during planting and harvesting seasons. The government would not relent, so, the farmer, in his frustration and anger, closed the doors and never used the building again except for some minor storage of equipment. Believe it or not, the building has sat vacant for a half-century, and the itinerant workers are still sleeping in the fields.
In my great wisdom, I have decided to sell the property to you. What a photo bonanza you would own. It also, now, adjoins an airport. (more about that later)

**** PRIME REAL ESTATE FOR SALE ****

This classic, well weathered beauty is a steal. In a beautiful country setting, it is listed on the National Registry of Hysterical Buildings. Don't miss this rare investment.


Set alongside a, seldom traveled, county road, privacy fencing will not be necessary. Enjoy watching the planes land at the airport right next door.

Various, minor repairs will be in order on the overhanging front porch. Focus, however, on the strong concrete block construction of the exterior walls.

There are areas of abundant shade, surrounded by wild plants that you don't have to be a naturalist to appreciate.

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This wonderful porch can double either as a lovely veranda, or as firewood.

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You will learn to love the airiness of each and every room. Mosquitos will be at a minimum, because most doorways are guarded by these large, beautiful spiders. This view is of the Master Bath.
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For larger pests, you will find larger spiders.

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Even the windows have these guards on duty.
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Without the worry of interior doors, rooms are easily accessed.
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Some areas are covered with wood shakes. Yes, if the wind blows, the roof shakes.
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Living today in a world of recycling, just think of all the uses for this well traveled lumber.
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One of the endearing qualities of this classic structure is the beautiful STRAINED glass.
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Oh, yes! Open skies, country life, and what a terrific hysterical building.

Did I mention that there is a very convenient airport available to you, right next door.

See the wind sock?
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Floor covering at its best! A beautiful green carpet, showcased by abundant skylights.
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There are a few minor settling problems,

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But, just notice how straight and clean the lines are in the window and doorways.
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Aha! There is the use for all of that firewood.
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Free hay was left on your front porch by a generous farmer....perfect for your pet cow or goat.

Some settling problems are less minor than others, but, what a unique doorway.

Your house will be the conversation piece of neighbors for miles around.
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There are even a few left over farm implements, in case you get the urge to start green acres in your own back yard.

Just imagine the aroma at night with the gentle breeze. Oh, I forgot! They are Morning Glories!

But, what Glories they are!
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The electric meter is ready to be engaged again, just for you.

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Don't miss out on this opportunity to live where nature has joined with the past.

Fill your attic with new treasures.
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It has been said that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, but nothing will be greener than your own living room.
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So, I hope to see you, as a neighbor, here in St. Augustine. Ahh! God's country!

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Fine Print: The airport runway is 100 feet long, and is made for gasoline powered model airplanes.

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Thanks for visiting.

WHATZIT # 46

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The querynow, to you, is, Whatzit?

Shoot-out: My Favorite Thoughtful Spot

A few years ago, my wife, after a lifetime of tolerating my fishing poles, golf clubs, sports equipment, books and other things to numerous to mention, appearing in every corner of the house, said, "How would you like to take one of the five bedrooms and turn it into your own personal den?" I wondered why I hadn't thought of that, sooner. Well, she finally got rid of my clutter, and I have my own little getaway. It is my "Thoughtful Spot".
This post is about the den, but mostly about the bookshelf. As I get older, I seem to use the bookshelf more and more, and the sports equipment (except for the fishing poles) less and less. I have written a little poem for my enjoyment and, hopefully, yours.
(Photo of dead soldiers from national archives. Photos of brass bald eagle heads and Calvary from WWW. No copyright found. Other photos were shots taken of books.)

So, take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable, grab a book and enter the world of:

THE BOOKSHELF

Beleaguered troops of gallant men

Defend our freedom in my den.
The war keeps raging on my shelf,

Where, they love country more than self.

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Between the brass bald eagle heads

Front line platoons recount their dead.

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My literary hideaway

Replays its scripted world each day.

Both, fact and fiction have their place,

Alongside science and outer-space.

The ledges built against the wall

Are stages, set for curtain calls.

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My bookshelf houses, at no cost,

Walt Whitman, Browning, Poe, and Frost.

They chat with me beside the fire,

And, share their deepest hearts' desires

Last week, we welcomed Ogden Nash.

He is refreshing, bold and brash.
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The Riders of the Purple Sage

Stampede a herd, with guns ablaze.

A dozen cowboys, maybe more,

Lie, bleeding, on my bookshelf floor.

Zane Grey stands, proudly, in his camp,

Mere inches from my reading lamp.

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Last night, the forces of the crown

Amassed their arms near Concord Town.

The midnight ride of Paul Revere

Left hoof prints on my oak veneer.

The ringing of our broken bell,

Still, echoes where the Redcoats fell.

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A bearded man hangs on a tree

Atop a hill called Calvary.

We read of Him, lest we forget

He suffered, here, to pay our debt.

Within my den He reigns, supreme.

The bookshelf honors Him as King.
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Poetry * Copyright - Gordon Hand
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Thanks for visiting. Walk with faith.

SHOOT - OUT: DOMESTICATED

Thanks you, Sandy, for this very refreshing assignment.

I enjoyed my photographic stroll through the countryside

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In my house Scruffy is, constantly,

trying to domesticate all of his friends.

A tailgate companion like

this is every man's dream.

Callie, my sister-in-law's spoiled baby.

Some dogs have devil eyes!!

Stitch, my son's 180 lb. horse, with my buddy.

Tanner, the best wonder dog, ever.

Ghost Riders in the Sky.

A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
Unless it's the famous, Mr. Ed!
(You're OLD if you know who Mr. Ed was!)

I'll never see a useless rat,
More worthless than this lazy cat.
A cat who lies around all day,
And then, at night, demands to play.

Two hens in a pen.

Double decker pigs.

Angus, down by the pond.

Reflection, rippled square.

Fat mama and curious baby.

I see T-Bone!

How, now, brown cow?

I choose to avoid trauma from a Brahma.

Thanks for visiting.

FRIDAY SHOOT-OUT: OLD & WEATHERED

You may remember my posting of farm implements when the theme was metal. Many of you were not shooters then. I apologize for revisiting this farm just west of St. Augustine, but, my first shooting there was basically pathetic. Justice cannot be served at this place with just a few shots. The owner has collected old farm implements from all over the southeast for display. These are not repostings of old shots. All are new, today.
Because the name of the ranch/farm is a little "different", I didn't even divulge it before. This time I will give you the total experience.
The post is long. If you get bored, I'm sorry. After the first three shots, I will let the photos speak for themselves.

Bill, is an employee. He is a little old and weathered, too. A very nice man, though.

Click to see the ranch name.

Read it very carefully, and then,

GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!!

I did not shoot in the museum. Maybe another Friday.

I hope you enjoy viewing these as much as much as I enjoyed shooting them. With this subject, each photo is much more impressive enlarged. Happy browsing!

I could not resist doing some in B & W.

Thanks for visiting.

Shoot-out - Doors & Windows

The task of shooting doors and windows in St. Augustine could be monumental considering the historical buildings, churches, shops and museums. I have focused on four tourist attractions, all said to be haunted, all very old. I hope you enjoy the tour of just a small slice of our town.

A new view of the St. Augustine lighthouse windows.


A glimpse of Heaven's open window along the path to Heaven's door, from atop our lighthouse.

Lightner Museum was originally built by Henry Flagler as Hotel Ponce DeLeon. It was the grandest hotel in the United States. Only the rich and famous could afford to stay there. Today it houses priceless treasures from all over the world, and relics of St. Augustine's past. Don't miss it if you come for a visit.

The floor pictured here was originally the bottom of an indoor pool for guests. You may notice the many doors and windows, below the balcony and at the balcony level.

This shot is from inside, looking out onto another wing of the building.

Many stained glass windows adorn the rooms, today.

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Another attraction featured in prior posts, is Castillo De San Marcos, our old fort.

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The drawbridge door leading onto the walkway over the moat was quite an engineering feat in its day.

There is another drawbridge door protecting the fort, itself.

Windows of the lookout tower were designed narrow enough to lend protection for the sentry on duty.

Some fort windows were designed to host firepower.

The fort dungeon is said to have been the site of torture and death. People say that screams can be heard from the suffering spirits that linger, even today.

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Zorayda Castle, built in 1883, was originally the summer home of a Boston millionaire, Franklin Smith. It is a replica of a wing at Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain, but only one tenth the size.

None of the windows in this building are the same. The ghost tour tells people that each window is unique so that the spirits that inhabit the rooms can find their way back if they go out on the town.

The front Zorayda Castle, facing the Lightner Museum.

It's kinda gaudy to look at, in my opinion.

It is unique, though.

Much Spanish influence, for sure.

A window view from inside.

St. Augustine is a rare gem and, we think, a piece of heaven. There are many treasures at the end of our rainbows. Sorry I could not highlight all of them.

Thanks for dropping by.

WHATZIT #45

This is a photo of a Tiffany Window in the Lightner Museum depicting St. Augustine. He holds a CROZIER (atop his staff), which is the answer to this whatzit.

There are many things that are notzit.

The query now, to you, is: "Whatzit?"

WHATZIT #44

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

There's many a town, I hear, that's gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: "Whatzit?"

DEDICATED TO KATE('S FIANCE)

Our Shoot-out member, Kate, is getting married! Her bachelorette party is today! I dedicate this little poem to her fiance, Sam.

I'll Not Be Doing That

When I was young and just a boy,
My football was my favorite toy.
A little girl asked, wistfully,
"Will you play Barbie Dolls with me?"
"I'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think I'd just as soon be dead!"
As I put Barbie's high heels on,
I wondered where the day had gone.
We played with dolls 'til almost dark,
And, then went walking in the park.

When I was twelve and acting tough,
That girl had learned to call my bluff.
She asked, while playing Hide and Seek,
"Will you, please, kiss me on my cheek?"
"I'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think I'd just as soon be dead!"
My lips had, barely, touched her face,
And, I was floating out through space.
I guess it wasn't bad, like death,
But I could hardly catch my breath!

A bachelor, I was, and free.
That girl just smiled and said to me,
"You should get married, soon, you know!"
Somehow, she had a strange new glow.
"I'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think I'd just as soon be dead!"
Our wedding day was quite a thrill,
There, at the church upon the hill.
She said, "It is a better life,
To have a caring, loving wife."

To celebrate our second year,
My "lovely" said, "Get tickets, dear.
It's to the opera we will go,
To see the gala broadway show!"
"I'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think I'd just as soon be dead!"
The opera was a fine affair.
I saw my fishing buddy, there.
We, both, just shook our heads and smiled,
As we were "cultured" for a while.

My wife turned on the bedroom light.
"This dirty diaper's quite a sight!
It's time we shared these baby chores!
I had my turn, and now it's yours!"
"I'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think I'd just as soon be dead!"
I choked and gagged, and almost heaved,
Before my duty was achieved.
Oh, what a dreadful time I had
The night I changed our little lad.

My son was young and just a boy.
His football was his favorite toy.
A little girl asked, wistfully,
"Will you play Barbie Dolls with me?"
"He'll not be doing that!" I said.
"I think he'd just as soon be dead!"
Then, lifting Junior off the floor,
I, quickly, ran him out the door,
To grab our fishing poles and bait,
And, save him from an awful fate!

Copyright - Gordon Hand

Sam, I've been married forty two years to the same woman. It is the best of times and the painful "growing" times. I highly recommend it, if Kate is the girl she seems to be.
May you both be happy together forever.

Friday Shoot-out - Incongruous

The events of Tuesday of this week are the base on which this Friday Shoot-out is founded. It was a day unlike any other I have known.

We drove our underage granddaughter, who had spent the summer with us, to the airport to return to her family in Idaho. Craziness soon ensued.


On the way, we stopped for lunch at a nice restaurant. This sign was posted outside the entrance. I wondered...., when a thief robs the place will they leave a note saying, "I may be back!"

At the airport I assisted my granddaughter with her luggage at the terminal and then left my wife with her, to see her to her gate. I decided to park in the cell phone parking lot until Billie called me to pick her up.

At the parking lot I got out of the car to stretch my legs. There were informative signs of all sorts, there.

Having just come from Terminal A, I knew there was no parking available at either terminal. Since the parking lot was a mile away, I wasn't about to walk there. I guess I could have reached a cab on my cell phone if nature called.

I found it interesting that the disabled were the only ones required to get a permit to park, and then had to pay a $250 fine to do it.

As I walked around I made an amazing discovery. The air traffic control tower was in the trash can!

After getting a closer look, I realized that tiny airplanes were flying around in there, too. Click on the picture to get a closer look.

One of the little jet planes barely missed a tiny light pole which was also in the trash receptacle.

A few minutes later, another jet was not so fortunate. It was a direct hit!

That's what they get for flying around in a garbage can!

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I, quickly, rushed to the site of the crash. The whole trash can was completely obliterated! It was almost total destruction! The only thing left standing was the little control tower. If you look closely you can see, on the right side of the picture, what looks like one of the doors of the airplane. Just below the control tower there is more evidence of the horrible results of the crash. It's red! Could it be bl.....! Oh, what a trying day!

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As I arrived home that afternoon, Scruffy could see that I was a little frazzled. He said, "Let's go to the river and unwind. A little fishing will be just what you need."

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Scruffy always knows just how to cheer me up. Little did I know how strange this angling experience would be.

It was, indeed, a beautiful night at the inlet. The glow of the distant lighthouse reflecting in the river's glassy smooth water had a very calming effect on me. Scruffy and I caught lots of nice fish.

If you look closely, (click to enlarge) you can see that the flounder has both eyes on the same side of its head, unlike the trout. That is strange, but this particular flounder was even stranger than that.

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He was wearing a cell phone on his hip!

Before I knew it he was calling the Department of Fish and Game.

I heard him say something about his inalienable rights as a fish.

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Soon, he even had his friends involved in the ruckus!

So, to avoid any further confrontation, Scruffy filleted and released them.

Overall, it was a very incongruous day! I hope to see many more like it.

WHATZIT #43

Look what lurks in Mary's theme!

This whatzit is a J9 dream.
It is a face we can all adore.
Tell me: "Whatzit?" and "Whatzit for?"

FRIDAY SHOOT-OUT: SIGNS

Welcome to the signs in my life in St. Augustine. We will start with the sign on the front door of our home. You are always welcome here, for a meal, a day, and if we like you, even longer. Our friends are a great joy in our lives. Dolphins are a loved symbol for our family, always smiling, ever faithful to one another.

You all know how I feel about outdoor therapy. My daughter, Traci, painted this sign in my den for my birthday. Please excuse the sleeping bags, waders, etc.

Along with the Dolphin welcome sign on our porch, another wall holds this sign that tells it like it is.

We do feel that we are united as a family forever . Eternity will be the ultimate joy if I can spend it with a loving family.

A sign on the wall in our bedroom. I really can't remember if Billie put it there, or if I did. The message applies to both of us.

In our living room we have a very important sign. At the bottom it says, "In His Light". Christ made all things possible.

So, while we may not be on Easy Street, we do feel truly blessed. (There is a literal Easy St. only a few blocks from our home.)

Just north of St. Augustine, the beauty salon, Curl Up & Dye is open for business.

When we do curl up & die, there will be few regrets. The important things in life sustain us. Faith, Family, Friends........and Fishing get me through each day. Thank you for being my great friends.

WHATZIT #42

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

WHATZIT #41

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

Friday Shoot-out - Relaxation

This week, my post is early because I will be at the lake, relaxing. First of all, let me dedicate a little poem to Lena.

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A BATH

A bath! A bath! I love a bath!

In water, clear, or churning foam,

In mountain lake or back at home.

Oh, yeth! Oh, yeth! I love a bath!

I love them big and even thmall.

A Large Mouth Bath ith betht of all.

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Copyright - Gordon Hand

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Thank you, Lena, for the terrific assignment. If there is one thing I know how to do, it's to relax. There are so many ways to relax. I will focus, mostly, on relaxation from everyday stress, through fun activities.


No, I didn't post the wrong assignment. I like this sign so much, I might use it again next week.

My son, Bryan, and I took a few family friends out to the river, fishing, this past Monday night. Can you see the stress vanishing as he posed with his Grouper? I think he inherited the ultimate relaxation technique.

Uh Oh! It's love at first sight! Paul had never caught a trout. Now, he has not only caught one, he has kissed one. Spotted Sea Trout do have teeth.

The grandchildren swim like fish in the pool!

Relaxation with Mema, at the beach, is a loved summer activity.

Young men show off on their skim boards,

trying to catch the eye of our teenage granddaughters.

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At St. Augustine Beach, fountains for cooling off

are open to anyone, but very popular with toddlers.

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Even on a cool winter day, relaxing at the lake

is good for the soul. Our canoes and kayaks get

quite a workout during any season.

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When our daughters get together, they relax

and get caught up on family news. We have

five children and nineteen grandchildren in five

different states.

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Sometimes, the crew all get together to relax in a teacup at, nearby, Disney World.

Camping at our State Parks is a cherished activity for our family.

Riley is learning very well to relax.

Even on campouts we enjoy the bounties of the river.

There are places around our area where you had best not relax too much as you walk near the water.

Friday Shoot-out - Power

Where do I get my power? I believe that all things are possible through Jesus Christ. He created the earth. It is His light and glory that sustains it. We gain power, literally, through Him. He has blessed me with all of the things on this earth that sustain me. If I have power, it is through Him.


I believe that we all have the Light of Christ within us when we are born.

Families are put on earth for a purpose, foreordained to a Heavenly mission.

God is aware of each individual on earth and even earth's tiniest creatures.

We have enjoyment on earth because He created the beautiful world around us for that purpose.

His world is a world of perfect balance. We humans, with our supposed "power", often set out to destroy it.

May we all, together, accept one another as brothers and sisters of a Heavenly Father. If we do, it will empower the whole world and everyone in it.

TO MY SHOOT-OUT FRIENDS

FRIENDS INDEED

While browsing photographs, today,
Of towns nearby and far away,
In reverie, my mind is set
On thoughts of those I've never met.
In images, I see your lives,
Your husbands, children, pets and wives,
Your grand, majestic mountain tops,
And beaches, churches, homes and shops,
Yes, from New Zealand to Brazil,
Through Oklahoma's rolling hills,
We are the friends who've never met.
We'll carry on with no regrets.
Though, miles may keep us far apart,
We're linked, together, in our hearts.

Copyright * Gordon Hand

WHATZIT #36

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

It's most amazing when you've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

Romans 1:16

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the Power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth."

August 7 - Power / Assgnmnt - J9.

Where do we get our power?

Member Links

Member links can be found at Friday My Town Shoot Out. I do not have the time to keep two lists current. Mine was obsolete. Sorry.

Shoot-out - Outdoor Food

As you know, I recently returned from a fishing trip to Alaska. Alaska is a smorgasbord of outdoor food, so, I am posting a few shots of our open-air market.


This valley was filled to the brim with a thick fog (cloud). We had just driven through it, climbing above the soup, to take this photo.


This photo was of the same valley a day later, minus the fog.

Just after sunrise, I took this shot of the boat we would be fishing on all day for our outdoor food, Halibut and Rock Fish that we will be grilling for months to come.

On a different day, we rented a skiff to fish out of Resurrection Bay, near Seward. Two Bald Eagles were perched in the trees on the cliffs above us at one of our fishing stops. When we threw back Rock Fish that were, too, small for us, we discovered that they were perfect outdoor food for the eagles. What an adventure it was, taking photos and videos as they swooped down five feet from the boat to capture our rejects.

The moment of the catch was, sometimes, hard to time , but my friend, Lyle, had the optimum angle to shoot the perfect shots. I wish I could say I took the photos, but I was operating the boat.

If you look closely, you can see the fish that we had just released in the water. What majestic creatures these eagles are. It is sad to say that in many areas they have been reduced to scavingers. They do adapt to survive, however.

The largest of the fish we released made for a slow climb after a capture.

On another day, as we were fishing from the bank, in Valdez, for salmon, a mother Brown Bear and her two yearling cubs showed up to do a little fishing of their own. Brown Bear cubs often stay with the mother for two full years. We were thinking, at that point, that we didn't want to become outdoor food.

This shot is from a previous trip to Alaska. We were filleting Red Salmon.

Sockeyes are considered the best of the best in outdoor grilling fare.

Some outdoor food does not give up, easily, without a fight. King Salmon are sought after because of their staying power in a fight, and because of their size, as well as a delicious taste.

New York is where we target Kings, because you can keep three per day. I promise, my friend, James, caught three of those.

In this shot, two weeks ago, my friends Dee Ann and Lyle were enjoying lunch at Copper Center, Alaska, near the Klutina River.

Back home, in St. Augustine, a new restaurant recently opened, nearby.

Mexican cafes are, usually, very colorful. This one is not an exception.

At the lake, we have had many memorable cookouts over an open fire.

Hot Dogs and marshmellows don't last long when the grandchildren are around. If you're ever near our area, we would love to share some outdoor food adventures with you.

I know that with 77 members, some of you had a birthday this week. Happy Birthday. Here is your outdoor cake. Patty will cut it for you.

My granddaughter, Klarissa, enjoyed a birthday party, while we were on the road, at the outdoor McDonalds playground. I just couldn't resist getting her into the action.

Thank you for visiting. I'll see you at your blogs, soon.

Walk With Faith

Gordon

P.S. Following this post is another tribute to outdoor food posted earlier this week.

In Honor of Girlichef's Assignment - Outdoor Food

Dedicated to my south Georgia ancestors. It was much cooler under the shade tree in the evening, than it was in their house with the hot tin roof. I remember those times at my grandfather's house as a small child.

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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

Beneath this old umbrella oak

We spin our yarns and tell our jokes,

Drink lemonade with country folk.

They drop by here to wish us well,

To grab a chair and sit a spell.

So, come my friend; we'll reminisce

About the bygone years we miss

And simpler days of childhood bliss.

We'll fry hush puppies, catfish, too.

We went last night and caught a few.

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You know, we brag and stretch a bit

About the size of fish we get,

But, it's alright! That's southern wit!

What fun I've had and love I've felt

With poor folk from the Bible belt.

I think of all the Good Book said

About the fish, the loaves of bread,

And multitude the Savior fed.

If only they could come and share

This shady spot and grab a chair.

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We'd make new friends beneath this tree.

The Lord would come, and we would see

His Southern hospitality.

We common folk would all be fed

When, at His knee, we'd break some bread.

I hate to hear you've got to go!

We sure enjoyed your visit, though.

Be careful on those muddy roads.

Your family's such a welcome sight!

Y'all come again. God bless. Good night.

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Copyright - Gordon Hand

Photo of blue chairs under the oak tree was used by permission of Janie, from Mississippi, over at southernlagniappe.blogspot.com. Go by and visit her blog. I have requested she join our group.

WHATZIT #35

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

Shoot-out Reflections

Most of you, I'm sure, will have beautiful or unusual reflected images, this week, to fulfill Audrey's great assignment. I have chosen to reflect on the time I've spent with you on Friday Shoot-outs. Looking back, I realize that this has been a very rewarding and growing experience. This is my opportunity to say, "Thank you."
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First of all, I would like to thank Reggie Girl for inviting me to join the gang. She and Patty founded the Shoot-outs. RG commented on my Forever Fishing Friends blog on Thursday, and I posted a shoot-out on Friday at this blog, brand new then. We miss you Reggie.

Walk With Faith Steady On.

The very first day, on my initial assignment, "Cemeteries", I shot this photo of Mary Jackson's tombstone, forgotten, neglected and almost overtaken by the earth around it. I will never forget her name or the experience.

And, these have been the great times of exploring my old town all over again.

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What a tremendous area we live in. History and beauty abound all around us.


I spotted a car for Bagman. If I had gotten it he would have never seen it.

And then, there was the day I joked about Mark's singing. I don't think he appreciated that very much. Sorry, Mark.

Double rainbows were the order of the day, in "Colors of the Rainbow."

"Wildlife" in our town made me proud to live in Florida.

Ginger has taught me all about flowers. This was a

"Whatzit Post" (pineapple) that she recognized right away.

I even had luck on my side, occasionally, for that rare shot.

Two weeks ago a granddaughter taught me that opportunities should not be missed. She took me to the perfect sunset.

There were rare sunrises to share with you.

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During the week I have enjoyed whatzit games with many of you. J9 is the guru of the whatzit world. Oh, by the way: Whatzit?

This Whatzit holds the record for the most wrong guesses.

Beauty is everywhere, even in our food. Whatzit?

See answers to these three whatzits at end of this post.

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You have tolerated Scruffy's antics, and his evil-eye reflection.

We'll not soon forget the transformer incident,

Or the funeral, afterwards.

You have endured my fishing pictures and lies.

You mourned, alongside me, a great friend's death. I thank you for that, and, for giving me the chance for a memorial post.

My wife was willing to catch the brunt of my musings,

as she disappeared as my mate, and then was ate.

My grandchildren have enjoyed the experience with me. This is Amber Nicole. I call her Amber Joy. Audrey, this is my one new reflection image post.

Shoot-outs refreshed my fond

memories of Tanner the Wonder Dog.

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My grandchildren enjoy being in front of the camera.

I enjoyed being behind it, taking their photos.

This shot of grandson, Jared, was a classic.

Even, children reflect on the majesty of God in a setting like this.

Reflecting, now, on my Shoot-out experience, I realize that I have gained many friends whom I have grown to admire. How could that be when I've never met any of you? You must be special. Thanks for the memories.

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Three whatzit answers: Basketball, Sea Urchin Spines, Watermelon Radish

WHATZIT #34

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where I gotzit.

The query now, to you is: Whatzit?

WHATZIT #33

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

WHATZIT #32

A pool of water on a Lotus leaf,

Reflecting trees and sunlit sky.

J9 has won again. My, oh my!!

Mother nature's always gotzit.

The query now, to you, is: Whatzit?

Shoot-out: Yard Art

It is still Friday, but, barely. I've been busy catching up on Town Blogger business, and getting caught up at home after my trip. Here are my entries for this week. I missed the interaction with you all while away. It's good to be back.

Sometimes art and flowers are a natural fit.

Totem art is almost always yard art.

Florida Palm trees can be artistic, especially
when they grow in unexpected directions.

Sometimes, fishermen find yard art appealing.

Wrought iron yard art is in good standing.

Sometimes yard art is on the roof.

Yard art can be in the neighborhood,

or it can be its own neighborhood.
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Thank you for visiting.

I'll try to be my old self next week.

Friday Shoot-out: TEXTURES

I will be away during the shoot-out on Friday. Therefore, I am posting these two shots of texture very early because I am leaving for a fishing adventure in Alaska with my grandson, Cameron. I will not be able to post new member links. I will not be answering any more queries until the 16th of this month when I return. Patty and Chef Elizabeth will do a great job holding down the fort, I'm sure.

Salmon scales. I'll see lots of them this week.

I find it very curious that Scruffy's eye reflection in the window is red. Click and enlarge the image. It's kinda spooky. Maybe it is his devilish alter ego casting a spell on all of you.

Scruffy, is being extra helpful around the house, hoping that I'll buy him a ticket for the flight to Alaska. Hmmm....maybe!

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Goodbye everyone! Have a memorable Friday!

JULY 10 - "TEXTURES"

Assignment by: LINDA - Canada

BEAR STEAKS & GRIZZLY JAKE

Dedicated to: Chef Elizabeth

You can take the girl out of the country, but

you can never take the country out of the girl.

BEAR STEAKS AND GRIZZLY JAKE

Grizzly Jake was a hunter without equal.

His mission in life was killing bears. Each hunting season was just another bear shooting sequel.

He kept his freezer full of bear steak cuisine.

Jake was even featured, once, in a national hunting magazine.

Well, at the last hunting trip that he went on,

the gun got jammed and Jake was gone.

They found his vest and one insulated boot

beside a gun that wouldn't shoot.

There are two very important lessons to be learned from this misadventure, as far as I can tell.

I'm sure Jake learned both lessons very well.

First: Enjoyment of hunting really depends on your point of view.

That is, whether you be the hunter, or, the hunter be hunting you.

Second: Enjoyment of a nice dinner all depends on your perspective.

That is, whether you be the chooser of dinner from the menu, or, you be the dinner menu elective.

Copyright: Gordon Hand

Shoot-out: CELEBRATE LIFE

Anniversary, and Much, Much More!!

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Jenna, the main character in my story.

Tuesday was our Forty-Second Wedding Anniversary. After working all day and going out on a dinner date to celebrate, I was tired and ready to kick back and relax. It was at that point that my granddaughter, Jenna, came to me and asked, "Papa, will you take me out on the dock, fishing?"

That was not what I wanted to hear.

I said, "Jenna, it will be dark soon. You could only fish for about twenty minutes." hoping that she would decide not to go.

She said, "That's okay. We can fish until dark."

Reluctantly, I replied, "Alright, get your pole. Let's go."

As we walked out the back door of the lakehouse, I observed an awe inspiring sight, a beautiful sunset that is, partly, the subject of this post.

I said, "Wait, Jenna! Let me get a camera!"

I helped her fish (She caught 12.) and took photos for the next thirty minutes. I don't know how I avoided sliming the camera.

I realized, Tuesday night, that there are so many opportunities to celebrate life. None are better than with a beautiful granddaughter and a glorious sunset.

I have chosen to share that experience with you. The photos are in the sequence they were taken. Nothing has been done to change or enhance the color. Thanks for sharing with me.

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Walking to the dock. The rest are from the dock.

Click on the ones you like the most to fully appreciate them.

Can you visualize the whole shoreline of trees as a flaming arrow or spear in flight?

Fish On!

I will print and frame this magic moment.

My favorite. (other than the ones with Jenna)

The dot of light is a neighbor's security light.

Good night, everyone! Celebrate life!

WHATZIT #31

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

Many people are glad they've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is "Whatzit?"

WHATZIT #30

SO, WHAT'S THE NAME OF THIS FISH?

J9 wins another whatzit cup!

If she duzint know, she looks it up!

A Crucifix Fish or Gafftop Sailcat.

The skull - Sold in local shops along with a legend postcard. You should be able to see Christ hanging on the cross with a halo around his head.


Big mouth! Feeds on other fish, unlike a normal catfish.

Glow in the dark eyes.

You will be a whatzit wizz

If you know what this whatzit iz?

Tell me! Tell me! You must know!

So, take a guess and steal the show!

Shoot-out: Colors of the Rainbow

As the sun rises in the east, storm clouds speak of coming rainbows.

There is beauty and color all around us

when our granddaughters are near.

A honey bee and a bumble bee share the spoils of spring.

Orchid trees have the magnetism to stop cars with

their incredible hues of violet, pink and purple..

Look closely, and see three butterflies basking

in the sun while they enjoy a nectar filled feast.

Four siblings - Two sets of tropical twins.

Berries ablaze!

A moment to treasure for a poor photographer like me.

Even fallen flowers retain their youth for a short time.

We never want to let go of the youthfulness

in our children and grandchildren.

The scriptures do say, "Train up a child....."

Grandchildren are born a color of the rainbow.

And, before you know it, they

are catching trophy rainbows,

While the parents do their own type of fishing.

Color, sometimes comes from

very colorful characters

Or, color could be a backdrop for

unforgettable characters.

Some children enjoy riding on horses.

Others like playing in the pool,

But, they all love the colors of the rainbow.

WHATZIT #29

Nessabates and J9,

Both, teamed up to make this find.

Please post an answer on my blog.

MISSING YOU

It may have something to do with the dog days of summer, or just unpredictable stress, that could explain what many of us are going through. To all of you I say, today and tomorrow are new beginnings. Let's make them that.
To coax a smile, I dedicate this little ditty to you.

MISSING YOU
With broken heart this whole day through,
I've grown depressed from missing you.
I long to touch you from afar,
And dream of being where you are.

I missed you in the morning light
As you departed from my sight.
I long to feel the ecstacy
Of your warm body close to me.

I missed you most at noon today,
And could not fight the tears away.
How could I miss you like I do?
I'm melancholy, sad and blue.

I missed you in the setting sun,
So I have bought a bigger gun;
And, you had best remember this.
Tomorrow, deer, I will not miss.

Copyright * Gordon Hand

WHATZIT #28

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

If it's a whatzit or a wuzit,

J9, is the one that duzit!

Shoot-out - A Man of Mettle

Most of you know that my Friday Shoot-outs are, usually, very light hearted and sometimes bordering on ridiculous. However, today is not a day for frivolity. The sun has set on the earthly life of my great friend, James.
He is a man of mettle. For the last twenty five years we have shared one great new adventure after another. He passed away last Sunday night, peacefully, in his sleep. Pancreatic cancer has taken him very quickly.
This week, I have been engaged in preparing and carrying out (today) a memorial service for him, as well as assisting the family. I am sorry that this post had to take a back burner to those important events.
My Shoot-out is dedicated to my friend. Most of the photos were shot at his farm. I did take many metal shots to stay, mostly, on task.
Life is precious. So are friends. Thanks to all of you for being the quality friends that you are. May God bless you in all of the righteous desires of your hearts.
This sunset was in Ninilchik, Alaska. James and I had more than one great adventure on the Kenai Peninsula.

He was more than a friend, more than a brother. I am comforted in the belief that I will see him again. We made a pact that he will have a fishing rod waiting for me when we meet again.

His wife loves birdhouses. He loved making them. What a team!

One of his seventeen grandchildren, enjoying the tree swing, today.

This old shed/garage dates back to his boyhood days, when he helped his father build it.

James was, rightfully, proud of his homemade smoker. I wish each of you could taste the smoked mullet (and other fish) we enjoyed from it.

Inside, the pans on the rack remain where he hung them.

This old birdhouse condo gains more character as the days go by.

Inside, birdhouses don't enjoy the same aging.

Torches, welders, and other farm implements stand unused.

Only a few short months ago, he plowed his field for a spring garden.

He loved his tractors.

Plow blades still wait to do their work.

The aluminum canoe has been a memory maker for the two of us, but, even before that a character builder for his children.

The horse shoes hang, rusting, in his barn.

He blessed me with one last nighttime fishing trip, only a few weeks ago.

We sat together and talked about the important things in life. Thank you, James. You are the best!

WHATZIT #27

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

WHATZIT #26

There are two whatzits pictured here.

This is a snap, with a view so near.

You must name them both, and that's not all.

Your other chore could be very tall.

The third assignment, you must guess

What they have in common, your final test.

WHATZIT #25

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where I've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

Shoot-out: THE MIGHTY M

We are the Friday Shoot-out MEMBERS.

But, drop one M and we'd be embers.

I'll miss my darling, loving MATE.

She lost an M, and then was ATE!

If M were taken from the MASSES,

They'd be reduced to simple....well, you know.

I took the Ms from a MICKEY CAMPOUT,
And, then we had an Ickey Capout.

God took a single rib of Adam,

Then, added M to make his MADAM.

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Here, in our town we love our WAL MART.
Without its M, it would be WAL ART.

The M transforms our Os and others
To make terrific MOMS and MOTHERS.
(Four generations of beautiful women.)
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M saw a world of human anger,
And, gave its all to build a MANGER.

We thought it strange when cousin MANDY,
Had dropped her M, and then was Andy.
(Oldest grandchild, Kayla, all female)
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A dish of M & Ms is grand,
But, with no Ms, there are no &s.

Without the M in Daisey's MILK,
She's just a beast of bovine ilk.

When dropping off my morning MAILING,

Without the M, I would be ailing.

The lovely double-M, MIMOSA,

Would lose its magic as iosa.

Of MYRTLES (Crepe), and MAGNOLIA,

M is their leader. Have I told ya?

I took away the M from MEND,

And, what was left behind?......

THE END

THE WHATZIT CHALLENGE

J9 has joined the WHATZIT posting game.
I challenge others to do the same.
Audrey, Patty and Noe Noe Girl.
You could give these WHATZIT posts a whirl.
Others could also join the fun.
Between our Friday Shootouts it could be done.
So, grab your camera or scour the net.
Post a whatzit we'll never get.
Oh, and by the way,
Try the whatzit, posted today.

WHATZIT #24

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

It's on the web, the place I gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit.

WHATZIT #23

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

J9, my curse, has broken through.

She named the mango, without any ado.

She will be stopped! She will be thwarted!

If not, my mind will be contorted.

WHATZIT #22

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

J9, in cheating, wasn't idle!

She's, therefore, stripped of her title!

She named this Florida marmalade,

But, I took two letters off her grade.

ABOUT FRIDAY SHOOT-OUTS

FRIDAY SHOOT-OUTS was started by Reggie Girl and Patty. Links to their blogs are in the list of members on my sidebar. On Fridays we post photos from our hometowns of a theme assigned each week by a different member. The member to designate the assignment is selected by Reggie Girl or Patty.
There are Shooters in many countries. It is intriguing to take photographic tours of beautiful towns and cities throughout the world.

We would love to have you join us! If you would like to do so, post a comment to Patty or Reggie Girl, or just let me know, and I will spread the word of your conversion.

Because I started this blog just for the Shoot-outs, many visitors, here, have assumed that I organized the group. I am just a member.

I try to keep a current list of Shooters. Usually, most of my updating is on the weekends. Anyone who has joined and is not listed, please drop me a comment with your BLOGSPOT ADDRESS.

Go ahead!! Join the fun! We will be glad to have you! You'll be glad you did!

SHOOT-OUT - BIG BOYS' TOYS

Before I post my toys, there is something that needs to be said. Scruffy disappeared for a couple of days this week, and when he returned he was wearing Reggie Girl's cap. It even has her initials on it. He said the only way you will get it back, Reggie Girl, is to come to Florida and go fishing with him. Prince can come, too. He and Scruffy would be great pals.

You have great taste, Reggie Girl!!

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It has been said that the most a man could ask for in life is to have one good dog and one good woman love him. I am a blessed man.

I've had a few good dogs. This was, perhaps, the best. He was smarter than I am. I know! I know what you're thinking, J9! That wouldn't have to be very smart.

One good woman! Hey, we're talking about hallowed ground, here! Billie has never said, "Don't go!" She only says, "Have fun!"
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SCRIPTURE + REALITY

(Scripture) 1 Corinthians 13:11

When I was a child I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I.....

(Reality) ....bought Big Boys' Toys and went out to play!

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Until I lose my marbles, I'll continue to buy Big Boys' Toys and keep having fun.

We do have fun! My daughter, Tami, caught the big one behind us. It started out at 150 pounds. It has grown in five years to about 280 pounds. The other two aren't slouches! They're over 150 pounds, now. Robyn, we caught our limit that day out of Ninilchic. Click on the picture to appreciate the size of the...err...300 lb. fish.

Many of my friends and I have forgotten more Big Boys' Toys than we own. This is my pal, James, who continues to battle pancreatic cancer.

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Grandson, Cameron. Big Boy Toy connoisseur in training.

What would our Grandparents think if they could see our toys today? Cameron and his dad, Jim.

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The World Golf Hall of Fame complex is a great place to visit when you drop in to see us.

The WHATZIT putter. Even I can make that one.

My grandson, Braden, a terrific golfer, and a fine young man.

Yep! They are almost there. (learning to relax in a Big Boy Toy)
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Jim and Brady, on the Honda that I won at a drawing.

My son-in-law, Jim, is teaching the Big Boy Toy thing to his sons.

I do still have a lot of my old toys lying around. In this stack the only thing I'm qualified to use these days, is the pink golf ball.

If there were not thousands of retirees (old as dirt) here, I would probably have a bike. The ancient ones will run over you and not even know it. Wait a minute! I think I'm one of them now.

They say that the two happiest days of a mans life is the day he buys his first big boat, and the day that he sells it. Click on the photo to see the asking price of this used boat.

Seven Hundred Fifty Horsepower ought to do it!

My neighbor's sister drives the convertible. He drives the van, but is the best mechanic I've ever seen. He restores old cars in his garage.

This, certainly qualifies as a classic Big Toy, for a big boy.

Some toys look good just sitting in the driveway.

My favorite Big Boys' Toy Store in our town, Gander Mountain. My favorite anywhere? - Cabela's! Bass Pro Shops, for fishing.

My wife says I have more fishing rods than Wal Mart, but, I can't compete with Gander Mountain.

The ole lure photo op!

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These are sharp, but I prefer Penn.

Bagman was negotiating for this one. As I left I heard him ask, "What do I do if it rains?"

For the Big Boy who doesn't fish, but enjoys SPEED.

We are in the right state for kayaks. Big Boys can never have too many.

There are electronic gadgets for everything!

I don't think a deer would be afraid of that rifle. Do you?

Compound bows. I was afraid if I touched them that they might go off!

Nice friendly fellow, but, it was curious that he was carrying around his pet turkey.

Too, drab for my taste.

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This man was great! We talked about guns, and then he posed for me. I told him, "Look mean!"

Does it hurt less if an animal is shot with a pink rifle? Just wondering.

When a woman talks about a bow, these days, it's probably not for her hair.

Lots of colorful hats for our ladies. There's one just like Reggie Girl's!

This sales lady was kind enough to show me that there were lots of things for Big Girls, too. I don't mean that in a bad way ladies.

This lady I met in the store was, obviously, not a native Floridian. I noted that her tan was lacking. I talked to her for a long time, but she refused to comment. Oh, and by the way, I didn't tell her, but she sure had a tiny head. (very patriotic, though)

WHATZIT #21

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

The team of Patty and J9 named this planet, perfectly.

It starts with M. It's Mercury.

WHATZIT #20

Today there is a brand new champ!

Audrey's queen of whatzit camp!

She determined, first of all,

The whatzit is a Basketball!

St. Augustine is where I've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

WHATZIT #19

There are many things that are notzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

J9 knows gators! She knows grits!

She gives these whatzit games a fit.

She knows her rocks and knows her vines.

She even knows SEA URCHIN SPINES!

WHATZIT #18

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

J9 is queen of a whatzit blog.

She knows this: IVORY TUSK OF A

FERAL HOG

WHATZIT #17

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where I've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

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Winners, Winners of this whatzit spinner.

Ms Audrey and Noe Noe have shown their grit,

And declared a "Putter" is the name of it.

Shoot-out - WATER

A great beginning to any shoot-out would be photos of Grandchildren.

They do love water!

At the lakehouse or in the pool.

Even frozen water. OK, OK, this shot was not in Florida. But, as our new shooters will find out, THERE ARE NO RULES!

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From grandchildren to grand causes.

I discovered these ladies on the sandy riverbank near Fort Matanzas.

They were gathered in prayer when I first sited them, and proclaimed to be "Combat Wives For Christ" who want to take back the earth from rampant sin. The reason for being assembled in that particular spot was to pray for the Huguenots slaughtered in 1565 at Matanzas Inlet, by Pedro Menendez and his soldiers. The ladies, very boldly, proclaimed that they are Christian.

Well, back to the present.

How would it be to stand in the pool as you fish in the canal?

This week, we could have stood in the road and fished in the road.

There are many salt water marshes in

St. Augustine.

Fishining is great in and around them.

This lady let me take a picture of her fish, but was camera shy, herself.

I don't have that problem.

Thank you, water! I owe you one.

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And, now back to reality.
The weather around here has been nasty for over a week.

East winds bring high tides and lots of waves, even in the river.

But, especially at the beach.

The ocean has many moods. It has been very temperamental, lately.

Well.......Duhh!!

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I would like to end this shoot-out with a

water shot to honor the singing in the rain

by Mark, one of our most senior shooters.

Mark, your musical talent is very.... uplifting!

( photo from web)

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WHATZIT #16

Answer: In the WATZIT Answer post.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

WHATZIT #15

The whatzit winner is J9!

Answer: In the WHATZIT Answer post.

WHATZIT #14

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither a seashell nor a frog.

We're very lucky that we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is whatzit?

What a day this is to remember.

Vanessa won, and was not a member.

After nailing the answer on this quiz,

She's now a Shooter! Yes, she is!

WHATZIT #13

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT!

WHATZIT #12

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT!

WHATZIT #11

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

WHATZIT #10

St. Augustine is where I gotzit.
But, what is this photo? WHATZIT?

Winner! Winner! It's J9!
She's so brilliant! She's so fine!

WHATZIT #9

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither seashell nor a frog.

My children's children cannot see

Why this whatzit belongs to me.

St. Augustine is where I've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

WHATZIT #8

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither seashell nor a frog.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

Winner! Winner! Yes, you see,

The spoils all go to GingerV!

WHATZIT #7

Upon your wilderness arrival,

If you learned about survival,

This food could be a backwoods staple.

No, it's not from Sugar Maple!

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

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Winner! Winner! I'm going to skin her!

The next whatzit that she will find,

Will not be so easy for J9!

WHATZIT #6

Please post an answer on my blog.

It's neither seashell, nor a frog.

Your test today is not so hard.

I'm growing this beauty in my yard.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

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Winner! Winner! Yippy...yee!

My shout goes out to GingerV!

WHATZIT #5

On Friday, next, is when we post,

Within our countries, coast to coast.

This plant grows wild in St. Johns County,

And, nature's garden shares its bounty.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

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Winner! Winner! Cook her dinner!

J9 makes me want to vomint!

Have a look, now, at her comment!

WHATZIT #4

A seventeenth century architect

Had many settlers to protect.

A perfect building stone he found.

He dug these blocks from in the ground.

St. Augustine is where we've gotzit.

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

No!! It's not Rice Crispy Treats!!

WINNER!! : J9!!

See comments.

WHATZIT #3

The query now, to you, is WHATZIT?

Answer! See WHATZIT ANSWERS post.

WHATZIT #2

The query now, to you, is: WHATZIT?

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Answer....In WHATZIT ANSWERS Post

WHATZIT #1

The query now, to you, is: WHATZIT?

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Answer:---Look in WHATZIT ANSWERS Post

WHATZIT ANSWERS

1. Fiddler Crab, hiding in the sand
2. Datil Pepper
3. St. Augustine Lighthouse
4. Coquina Stone
5. Poke Berries
6. Pineapple
7. Heart of Palm (Swamp Cabbage)
8. Jerusalem Artichokes
9. Rip Stick (skateboard with single in-line wheels)
10. Chain Link Fence with Red Slats added.
11. Pomegranate Fruit
12. Fly Swatter
13. White Cat Drinking Milk From A White Bowl In A Snowstorm
14. Water Going Down A Drain
15. Watermelon Radish
16. Glowing eyes of alligators, at night time on a Florida lake.

Shoot-out - Part 1 - Crispy Squirrel

Many of you have inquired about the status of the squirrels that shorted out our transformer. I sent my friend, Scruffy Squirrel, (see more about him on his blog, Sojourns Of A Scruffy Squirrel) to check on his cousins.
One had been carried away by Venny the Vulture. The other, was still resting, peacefully. Scruffy offered him an acorn, but he was not in a mood to eat.

Shoot-out - Part 2 - The Funeral

Because of the many requests for a decent burial for the dearly departed cousin of Scruffy, I have been shamed into arranging a funeral. Here is the evidence. It was a festive occasion. Scruffy said a few appropriate words. Hound Dog played "Taps" on his steel guitar, and followed it up with his rendition of "Alvin and the Chipmunks."
There was not a dry eye in the yard. Scruffy wants to thank all of you for the love he feels coming his way. Instead of sending flowers, Scruffy asks that you put as many hits as possible on Reggie Girl's animal shelter post.
So long, rodent with a bushy tail. R.I.P.

Friday Shoot-out - Architecture

Today was a disaster! Our water source (well pump) died. While I was replacing the motor, two squirrels shorted out a transformer on our street and killed our electricity. Unexpected company came to visit. (dear friends, who we were elated to see) So, my shooting is not done. This will be a literal Friday Shoot-out. Photos will be a little late. Until then I would like to share this poem with you. (written years ago)
After all, there are no rules.

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THE ARCHITECT

My early morning walk on the beach

Found aquatic gems within my reach,

Left, just so, by the falling tide

And The Architect, with unquestioned pride.

The sun peeked over the distant waves,

Signaling birth of a bright new day.

A cool ocean breeze danced with the fog.

Seldom had I felt so close to God.

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In reverence, thoughts came clearly to me,

That our lives on earth are like the sea.

Our tide will rise, and then it will fall.

What we leave here will be seen by all.

We will be judged as an architect

Of the lives we build, or the lives we wreck.

Will our beach be strewn with noxious weeds,

Or be adorned with kindly deeds?

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That night, while sleeping, I had a dream,

Very real to me, or so it seemed.

I heard the words of one dressed in white.

(Much brighter, by far, than noon day light.)

"Show me the beauty left on the sand,

From your falling tide as mortal man."

I searched my life and what it had wrought

It fell far short of what scriptures taught.

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"Father of the earth and emerald sea,

Woulds't Thou grant forgiveness to me?

I'm far from perfect; that much I know.

I take great pride in my children, though.

No credit do I ask for their great deeds,

But, when they were young I met their needs.

Their rising tides will bless the earth.

They are treasure troves of ultimate worth."

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Being the Father, He understood

The love of children and parenthood.

He smiled at me and said with a glance,

"I will grant unto you another chance."

When I awoke there was no doubt,

My tide would not go much further out.

On the remaining beach that I bare,

Please, let me honor my children there.

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Copyright Gordon Hand

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Thanks for your patience. I will post soon.

Friday Shoot-out, St. Augustine Beachside Recreation

In St. Augustine a popular saying is, "Life is a beach!" We have beautiful beaches, a tremendous climate, and our fair share of beautiful people.

Recreation on the beachside is great. I'm sorry, but many fun things were left out. This should give you a flavor, though, of our "beachside" part of town. There is no coverage of the bayfront because of last weeks post. Deep Sea Fishing Charters are, also, not covered.

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The answer to WHATZIT #3. The St. Augustine Lighthouse, said to be inhabited by ghosts, is one of our main tourist attractions. You can climb to the top for $9, or $7 if you are a child or a senior citizen. About halfway, climbing to the top, you'll ask, "Why did I pay to do this?" When you reach the top and see the ocean, beaches and the old town from the catwalk, you'll say, "I'm sure glad I did this!"

Not far from the Lighthouse, our only Alligator Farm is well worth the price of admission if you love birds and reptiles.

Click on the picture to see the cauldron steaming with gators.

The southern mouth of our intracoastal waterway is Matanzas Inlet. It is, historically, remembered as the area where Pedro Menendez slaughtered many French Soldiers, thereby conquering this part of Florida for Spain. The word, matanzas means slaughters in Spanish.

It is rare in Florida that an inlet is not protected today by a man made jetty. Matanzas Inlet is ever changing in appearance and depth. It is loved by boaters, fishermen, sail-boarders, and those who just want to see a beautiful sunrise.

You can rent a unit at this condo, right on the inlet, for $1000 for a week. The waves actually slide under the building at high tide. I would not want to be there in a hurricane, however. It will be gone if we get a direct hit from a Category III or higher.

Fishermen and sun worshipers love the sandy beach.Incredibly, tourists often park there at low tide and wander off from their vehicle as the rising tide, undaunted, turns the car, truck or RV into a boat. I haven't seen one, yet, that is seaworthy.

Miles and miles of warm sand. Near the water you can find, not only shells, but sharks teeth, if you know what to look for.

Just north of Matanzas Inlet is a fishing resort with cabins, fishing piers, kayak and skiff rentals, and even guided fishing trips.

They have a tackle shop that is a fisherman's dream.

Pontoon Boat rentals are very popular, also.

The cabins are very clean, well equipped, and right next to the water.

If my memory serves me right, I think they rent for about $200 per day.

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You may want to camp oceanfront instead. There are private campgrounds as well as Anastasia State Park available. Schedule ahead, especially around holidays.

Bryn Mawr is very popular, even with the locals.

Fiesta Falls miniatue golf is convenient to everything at the beach.

It is a step up from the little course shown last week on the bayfront.

The St. Augustine Beach Fishing Pier is a hub of many activities beyond fishing. Surfers (Skimmer Fish) are ever present in the summertime if there is any wave activity.

From the seawall you can see and feel why the beach is so atractive on a warm day. The cool ocean breezes are best in the spring and fall of the year.

Part of the Pier Complex is a free attraction, loved by small children, and also adults when the dog days of summer are upon us.

The many cool jets of water are welcome relief.

Adjoining the Splash Park is a children's playground.

A large pavilion, directly on the beach, can be scheduled for parties at a very reasonable rate. Everything is held there, from family reunions to weddings.

Also in the complex, are beach volleyball courts. I don't think I've ever been there in the daytime when at least one game was not in progress. There are probably about eight courts available, so many days it is a frenzy of activity. You may notice that the man in the foreground is standing in the limited shade of a lone palm tree. Florida gets hot!

Also on the beachside is our amphi-theatre. Performing artists are popular in the evening. Community theatre groups also perform.

There are many picnic grounds disperced all along the beaches recreation areas.

Many dune buggies dot the parking lots of attractions. I tried to buy this one for Bagman, but the owner would not part with it.

If you are not fortunate enough to have a dune buggy, you may decide to rent a scooter. The going rate is $15 per hour, with a two hour minimum.

The St. Augustine Yact Club is one of the oldest in Florida.

At the club site there is also a fishing pier for its members.

It is litterally in the shadow of the lighthouse. Tennis is also popular.

Thank you for visiting our beaches area. There was much left out with my limited time for shooting. See you next week.

Friday Shoot-out - Restaurants, Food, Drink, etc.

This week I would like to start out by telling of a personal experience in regard to Friday Shoot-outs and a daughter. In last weeks shoot-out I posted a photo of a flag with a martini glass pictured on it. One of my daughters (left unnamed) called me and said, "Dad, now all of your friends in that club and everybody who goes on your blog will think that you drink and party all the time. I don't want anyone thinking my dad is like that." So, my friends, let me just post this disclaimer. (for her sake)
The content of my shoot-outs are the result of a drinking, partying, fun town and does not come to you as a representation of my lifestyle. My wife and I do party, we do have fun, but we don't drink alcohol. (our choice, but many of our friends do) I won't tell my daughter's name. I'll only give her first initial. It's Traci! Aren't daughters great!

The assignment this week, Restaurants, is overwhelming! There are so many dining establishments in this area that we could visit a new one almost every day of the year. I have chosen to narrow the focus to the tourist center of St. George St. (one block over from last weeks shoot-out focus on Avenida Menendez)

So cruise on over to this foot-traffic only street and enjoy the sites. I have already run off at the mouth enough, so I'll mostly just let the pictures do the talking.

Yep, you can buy these T-shirts at the taverns and shops.

This is the other side of the "Old Grist Mill" fearured in last week's shoot-out. It has a shop downstairs and a restaurant upstairs with live entertainment.

Florida's oldest restaurant.

" The Bunnery" is awsome! Bread, pasteries and great food!

If you enlarge the photo you may be able to see that they serve "gator tail". Almost all significant dining spots have it on the menu.

More from The Bunnery. Sorry, not in sequence.

I did drink some of this, Traci!! If you click on the photo you can see a lizard on the trunk of the tree.

The lighting was awful. This is Barnacle Bills, actually a block or so off St. George St.

If you read the small print you can see the answer to the (Whatzit?).

Bad lighting. It says, "Hellish Relish".

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Minorcan Clam Chowder

A Manhattan-style chowder with a very important added ingredient, Datil Peppers. Datils are hotter than Jalapeno or Tabasco peppers. The hellish hot taste will light you up for any occasion. The answer to the Whatzit.

Datil Peppers (Dadil means "date")

The Datil is a very hot pepper. They are similar to Habaneros, but have a sweeter, fruitier flavor. Recipes made with Datil Peppers are part of our Minorcan culture.

Datil Peppers are grown throughout the United States and elsewhere, but the majority are produced in St. Augustine. The Minorcan* community in our town use them in many unique recipes. Excerpts - Wikipedia

*It is said that Minorcans, originally from Spain in 1768, came to St. Augustine, fleeing oppression in 1777, from a Florida settlement near present day New Smyrna. Legend has it that they brought the Datil with them and cultivated it in St. Augustine which proved to have an ideal climate for the pepper. Many descendants of that early group of Minorcans still live in St. Augustine today, and still claim Datil Pepper as their own.

Depending on the amount of Datil Pepper consumed, these are the normal human reactions:

1. Lips and forehead break into a sweat.

2. Whole body begins to sweat.

3. Ears begin ringing and subject cannot breathe.

4. All of the above, plus smoke bellows from mouth and ears.

5. Smoke becomes fire. Someone calls fire department.

6. Subject jumps into bay to extinguish flames.

7. After boiling river evaporates, subject yells, through blistered lips, "More Datil Pepper!"

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I hope that each of you will set a goal of visiting St. Augustine. It is truly unique. Tourists and Florida natives come from many miles away to dine here. I'm sorry I could not show you all of the many, many great restaurants. Maybe I'll be able to include some of them in future posts, as I did last week. Thanks for your tremendous blogs.

Walk With Faith

Bye, Traci!

Known Shoot-out Blogs

If you are a Shooter, but not on this list, please leave a comment with an address where someone can reach you without a link.

If you know of a Shooter not on the list, please leave a comment with an address for their blog if you know it.

You should be able to find our blogs with the information below without someone else's link. I find that Google is the best search engine.

*An Explorers's View of Life
*crisfield, maryland blog
*Ginger's Flowers and more
*Friday Shoot-outs From Florida
*Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...
*skidato My Moments
*The Butler and Bagman Chronicles
*Noe Noe Girl Tall Tales
*j9stuff
*misawa travelog
*An ardent cosmic journey
*Loida of the 2L3B's
*we have met the enemy and he is us (Si's blog)
*Secondary Roads k8ch
*airman mom
*Sugamama's Cafe
*An Alaskan Family Robyn
*www.lucky we live hawaii.blogspot.com
(on Google)
*strawberrygirlsreflections1.blogspot.com
(on Google)
*gigigriffis.blogspot.com
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*hlifeiznow (could not find in a window search)
*CHEF E (could not find in a window search)
*Adventures in Gigi (could not find in window search)
*sites of Dublin (could not find)

Main Street in St. Augustine (Avenida Mendez)

St. Augustine is rich in early American history. Tourism is a staple for the economy of the area. We love our town, as I think you would, also.

I. Avenida Menendez

Horse-drawn carriages are very popular for our visitors, whether they are touring the "old town" or departing weddings as brides and grooms.

Even though there are military garrisons close at hand, St' Augustine is not for fighting.

It is definitely, for partying! Tourists do plenty of that. Rock on, Reggie Girl!!

Town Square Park, on Avenita