Juno Pier. 5/28/2011

I took these pictures on the beach in Juno, FL, where my folks live in the winter, and where most of my family has been living for almost 40 years. It is about 30 minutes north of West Palm Beach on the Atlantic coast. The Gulf side is nice enough, but the Gulf of Mexico is a swamp. The Atlantic is an ocean. The water is warm and takes on ever changing shades of blue and green. Clear as anything. And when the waves are up and crashing, it is quite a sight. On rough nights, I can hear the pounding of the surf form the house, a good 500 yards. away.

My grandfather Lyle used to love the sunrise on the beach. We would go down there from time to time when he was still around, and my dad and I have shared both tears of sorrow and joy on that beach. It is as much a home to me as any other place on this Earth. I feel very comfortable there, and I hope these pictures reflect that.

On this particular late spring morning, however, it was about as calm as it gets. It still gets me every time, how much it changes. Down there, you could watch the same sun rise every morning for ten years and see wildly different things each day. To me, that beach is the very essence of beauty.

Hope you enjoy.

 

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