North of Naples, Florida we stopped for several days, mostly full of the necessities of life; shopping, repairs, cleaning and the like. We were able to visit the beach only a couple of times, to my dad's disappointment. For someone who says that the beach is not my home, it sure strikes me that he is quite at home at the beach, perhaps as much as he is in the mountains of Colorado, or more. Since he laid down his fishing pole for good he now picks up shells, and more shells. But like a boy with building blocks, he is quite content for hours on end to view the wonder of the variations, colors, designs, textures and shapes. It is the beauty of God's creation in the little things that he now sees. As long as the beach has shells, he is content.
When I was out riding my bike, actually riding back from the mechanic after dropping off my truck for some brake repairs, I saw a tree of an unusual size and shape. I hoped to find occasion to take dad to see this tree remembering the worlds largest spruce tree he stood next to in the State of Washington. That occasion happened the following day. The tree had been transplanted by an early town father in 1921, carrying it on his back to the present site. It is a Banyan Tree, otherwise commonly known as a Council Tree or a Lofty Fig. So, here he is again, standing amongst the giants, marveling for the present moments that are his to still capture, happy.
We were both amazed to see how this tree, much like the mangroves close to the seaside, drops roots from his outstretched branches to form living wood that has a similar look to frozen waterfalls.
And now as I end this entry, so as to not disappoint those of you that like bird shots and sunsets, here are a few pictures I took this past week.
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