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Posted By:
Hal Brown
Date Posted:
Feb 3, 2013
Description:
After a day in unclothed sunshine, late clouds portend change on its way.
Date Taken:
Feb 3, 2013
Place Taken:
Tavares, FL
Owner:
Dan Nickens
File Name:
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Category:
30, SeaRey Sunsets
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Change or no, there is still room to slip in a Searey.
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Late Splash
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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It’s not seaplane parking, it’s V.I.S. premium parking.
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At Dock
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Not arrested, just temporarily detained by photos for the Seaplane City and PA. The sun may be setting but the bright lights of the law aren’t.<br /><br />
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Lighting Up
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Two ‘Reys ready for sunset flight.
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Two at Ready
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Dennis Scearce - Feb 04,2013
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These pictures are incredible. Thanks for waiting to get just the right shot.
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Approaching the reflections.
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Closing In
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Don Maxwell - Feb 03,2013
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Glorious shot, Dan! (Looks like interesting landing conditions.)
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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Got to log multiple landings in one try, Don!
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Don Maxwell - Feb 03,2013
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So much the better, then. Dave Edward will be interested when he finds out. The landing he keeps ragging me about had nice riffles. Yours has about the same lighting, but glassy water.
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Dave Edward - Feb 06,2013
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Dave King still swears that your incredibly smoooth landing was a classic.<br />I think Dan's pic has about 10 more lumens than your conditions.<br />
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Marty Corr - Feb 03,2013
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Absolutely gorgeous pictures Dan. <br />Thanks for posting
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Frank A. Carr - Feb 03,2013
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Fabulous job of capturing an awesome Florida sunset.<br /><br />
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Dan Nickens - Feb 03,2013
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The lights are on at home.<br /><br />Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman<br /><br />SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! <br />Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past! <br />Inflating my throat—you, divine average! <br />You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing. <br /><br />Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,<br />Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, <br />Natural life of me, faithfully praising things; <br />Corroborating forever the triumph of things. <br /><br />Illustrious every one! <br />Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumber’d spirits;<br />Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect; <br />Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body; <br />Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the<br />western<br />sky! <br />Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last. <br /><br />Good in all,<br />In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals, <br />In the annual return of the seasons, <br />In the hilarity of youth, <br />In the strength and flush of manhood, <br />In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,<br />In the superb vistas of Death. <br /><br />Wonderful to depart; <br />Wonderful to be here! <br />The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood! <br />To breathe the air, how delicious!<br />To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand! <br />To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-color’d flesh; <br />To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large; <br />To be this incredible God I am; <br />To have gone forth among other Gods—these men and women I love.<br /><br />Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself! <br />How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! <br />How the clouds pass silently overhead! <br />How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on! <br />How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!)<br />How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks—with branches and leaves! <br />(Surely there is something more in each of the tree—some living Soul.) <br /><br />O amazement of things! even the least particle! <br />O spirituality of things! <br />O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents—now reaching me and America!<br />I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward. <br /><br />I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting, <br />I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth, <br />I too have felt the resistless call of myself. <br /><br />As I sail’d down the Mississippi,<br />As I wander’d over the prairies, <br />As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes, <br />As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east; <br />As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea; <br />As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago—whatever streets I have roam’d;<br />Or cities, or silent woods, or peace, or even amid the sights of war; <br />Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with contentment and triumph. <br /><br />I sing the Equalities, modern or old, <br />I sing the endless finales of things; <br />I say Nature continues—Glory continues;<br />I praise with electric voice; <br />For I do not see one imperfection in the universe; <br />And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe. <br /><br />O setting sun! though the time has come, <br />I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration. <br /><br />
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Last Light
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Eric Batterman - Feb 03,2013
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..and the poor guy is buried in Camden, NJ
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Don Maxwell - Feb 03,2013
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One of Whitman's flying poems:<br /><br /><br /> The Dalliance Of The Eagles<br /><br />Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)<br />Skyward in the air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,<br />The rushing amorous contact high in space together,<br />The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,<br />Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,<br />In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,<br />Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,<br />A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,<br />Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,<br />She hers, he his, pursuing.<br /><br />1880 <br /><br /><br />It's fun to read aloud. You can feel the great wings in your own muscles. But I think he got it wrong. It was probably two males fighting for territory.
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Joseph Usibelli - Feb 04,2013
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No, Whitman got it right.
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Don Maxwell - Feb 04,2013
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I hope so, Joe. It's the first of Whitman's poems that I could truly like. (Probably because it's one of his shortest; and I could see in my mind and feel in my muscles what he describes in it.) Then it was easier to understand what he was trying to do in the other poems. I've been lucky to see local bald eagles on the James River in Virginia doing what he saw, and it is a thrilling sight. I'd rather it be dalliance than war.
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