Have you ever been to or seen a place that is just begging to be photographed? There are certain places that do that to me. Not the really obvious, beautiful places because they are there for everyone to admire but, the quiet and subdued ones are the ones that I enjoy the most and speak loudly to my creative side.
Ever since I got back from Connecticut, I have learned to enjoy driving. I used to feel blah about it, and would much rather be sitting on the passenger side enjoying the scenery. Nowadays, driving long distances are my preference as the steady hum of the engine and the image of the road stretched before me allows me to think. Let this be my personal time. Alone with my thoughts, with no one to judge me.
Driving to my current place of work takes about thirty minutes along US Highway 1. It is part of the Indian River Lagoon Scenic Highway which extends for over a hundred miles. Going to work, the river is on my left side and as I drive past beautiful homes, boats bobbing along the water, people fishing either on the shore or on docks, I thank God for this opportunity to be able to appreciate the little things in life. Sunset hasn’t exactly happened yet when I get to the hospital but in the morning, when I leave work, I always look forward to the drive home. This time the river is on my right side and out of the corners of my eye, I can see the soft rays of the sun as it slowly starts to dance its way up the sky. In between trees or bushes, sometimes I can see its reflection on the waters. As people start to wake up and go about their daily lives, my day is done and I am ready to call it a “night”.
I promised to myself that one of these days, after work, I would stop somewhere along the way and enjoy the view. Today, I did. It was a busy night for several hours but then winded down to a slow pace and I got to leave the hospital early. So, I made a pitstop at Fisherman’s Landing, a scenic community river park with a pavilion and grill, boardwalk and a dock and is the location of the Grant Historical House.
There were a handful of cars already parked. Probably fishing out somewhere in the docks. I took this sandy trail leading directly to the shore and the whiteness and fineness of the sand surprised me! I didn’t expect this from a river bank. This part of the lagoon had little islands scattered close by and I was also surprised to see homes and boats on the island right across from where I was standing at. I certainly didn’t expect the islands to be inhabited, at least this one was a lot bigger than the rest. A lot of revelations this little excursion has brought me. The rising sun was casting a soft glow on the waters and the view was just so beautiful. For a moment, I felt like it was just me and the river. It was just too bad I didn’t bring my big camera with me (of course, who brings theirs to work), hence, I had to take photos with my mobile phone.
I left that little hidden trail soon after and proceeded to take the wooden walkway to who knows where. As I was happily snapping away, a man came right by with his two small dogs, pleasantries were exchanged and I learned that it was his first time here too. I noticed he was also taking photos! I’m glad someone else around here appreciates the beauty of this place and is not afraid to appear like a tourist. Hey, I was in my work scrubs so I guess I didn’t play the tourist card well.
There is always something beautiful in the mundane little things and I am blessed to have the heart and sensitivity to see them. It feels like I have another set of eyes that can see beyond what everybody else cannot see. Makes me ultra sensitive too, which I learned, sometimes, is not to your advantage.
Anyhow, I spent a good twenty minutes in that park. Happy and contented with my morning. I will definitely come back again!