The rain that pattered the canal yesterday turned, for a time, into a barrage last night. When I woke this morning, raindrops were poking ephemeral pockmarks in the face of the water.
But, by the time Dr. Phil's show ended (Yes, I watched it with my mother and father.), the rain had stopped and the sun looked like it was trying to wedge itself between clouds. I got on the bike a while later, and the clouds closed ranks on the sun. Still, I managed to ride along some trails to the Palm Coast Parkway Bridge, where the scene changed just a bit.
Of course, when you see something on your left, you look to your right. Or is it the other way around? Who told me that, anyway?
In any event, I looked to my left and saw this:
I thought, for a moment, it was sea mist. After I descended the bridge and turned onto the Route A1A bike/pedestrian lane, it thickened faster than the makeup of a reality TV star.
The shrouded area is known as Painters Hill. It's a very lovely area where, on many a day, breezes skip across sea oats and other grasses and shrubs on the dunes that line the ocean. I would have loved to see how a painter might have rendered it in the light I saw today.
The Flagler Beach pier jutted out into water that dissolved into mist. The eponymous beach, about 10 kilometers south of Painter's Hill, was the only one open along A1A from Palm Coast to Ormond Beach. The area is still recovering from recent storm and the surf was rough. Nobody was swimming at Ormond, but of course, a few surfers flung themselves into the tides.
Finally, as I reached Ormond Beach, the fog began to dissipate and the sun that, earlier, had been trying to get a few waves in edgewise pushed some clouds aside--and shone through a light mist.
I must say, though, that I don't recall much, if any fog in my previous two dozen or so trips here. Certainly I had never before seen what I saw today.
But, by the time Dr. Phil's show ended (Yes, I watched it with my mother and father.), the rain had stopped and the sun looked like it was trying to wedge itself between clouds. I got on the bike a while later, and the clouds closed ranks on the sun. Still, I managed to ride along some trails to the Palm Coast Parkway Bridge, where the scene changed just a bit.
Of course, when you see something on your left, you look to your right. Or is it the other way around? Who told me that, anyway?
In any event, I looked to my left and saw this:
I thought, for a moment, it was sea mist. After I descended the bridge and turned onto the Route A1A bike/pedestrian lane, it thickened faster than the makeup of a reality TV star.
The shrouded area is known as Painters Hill. It's a very lovely area where, on many a day, breezes skip across sea oats and other grasses and shrubs on the dunes that line the ocean. I would have loved to see how a painter might have rendered it in the light I saw today.
The Flagler Beach pier jutted out into water that dissolved into mist. The eponymous beach, about 10 kilometers south of Painter's Hill, was the only one open along A1A from Palm Coast to Ormond Beach. The area is still recovering from recent storm and the surf was rough. Nobody was swimming at Ormond, but of course, a few surfers flung themselves into the tides.
Finally, as I reached Ormond Beach, the fog began to dissipate and the sun that, earlier, had been trying to get a few waves in edgewise pushed some clouds aside--and shone through a light mist.
I must say, though, that I don't recall much, if any fog in my previous two dozen or so trips here. Certainly I had never before seen what I saw today.
At least you didn't watch an episode of "You are the father/You are not the father" on Maury Povich
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