What better way to celebrate as newlyweds than to explore the world in a honeymoon adventure with your best playmate? We are extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to take a trip like this, it would not have been possible...
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Turtle Sanctuary
Smooth blue glass reflecting ripples against the red, dry chipping boat swam. Chapped lips. Tugging the waves like jello moving through your teeth; color rainbow smeared stained teeth. Pulsing motions up and down fishing bobs waiting for a catch. The untouched fine grain wet beach reminds me of baking soda oozing through pruned fingers on stary nights. The white water color strip is nest to the Green Sea Turtle. Moon, tidal, temperature sonars beckons the ancients to lay their eggs. The Easter hunt begins.
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I tread the sand to have my legs wobble to stilted uneven pressures. No entry here. Government Protected. No foot compaction here. I see reminescent tracks of turtle movement against the edge of flora, pushing a tricycle through sand. A covered hole full of eggs. After two months gestating an arm distance underneath the sand, black leathery minature turtles breath the fresh air in search of their new home. Out of 100 eggs are laid. Only 10 survive in their predator infested waters to lick them clean. Some even end up as delicacies in Asian dishes. A dated stick pokes out and to my surprise evenly spaced around the island. An elder guards and watches over the next generation of Green Back Turtles. No electricity here. We arrive at a time of prayer for him. Head bowed to the sunset, his lips move, entranced. His prayer mats swaying in the wind like prayer flags. We wait until he is done. He shows us, an a stryofoam box, little turtles, half the size of my hand, asleep. After three days, their leather backs are hardened Better for survival, we are told around 100 were let loose on the beach last night, the stary stars watching. We wake a few and discover they know where the waves are. Innate homing instincts flop themselves toward their home. A place and a time to wade themselves on this beach and dig their eggs. Her children wades her waves to come back when she is ready.
We leave honored by the experience. It is an honor to meet you and if you could thank him for being here. He smiles at me with an arm movement towards his heart. I bow. Aged by wisdom, his eyes has seen magic. Blue grey eyes smile entranced and his lips still move.
I fetch myself down below. My snorkle and mask on my face. I breath a deep breath and push my fins closer to the green mass below. I settle on the bottom and watch her eat tugging at the sea grass inching herself to the next bite. She looks up, Black piercing eyes meet my gaze. The next moment, she swoops up to take a breath. Its head a leathery mass of golden hues swings down to the light green hazy bottom. Such a marvelous creature on this earth. « hide more
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Reflection . . .:
I have 6 hours until I hop on a plane home. As I reflect on the last 12 months with a smile on my face, I'm rejuvenated and filled with ...( read more)
rowena: you've done a great job with these photos Ate. i like the offering one too. the color in
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Stefan Alexis: Nolen, you big, beautiful, poetic bastard your words actually made me salivate. I slobbered all o... ( more)
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