Marine Park Wonder

AngThong Marine Park NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Layered cakes of history

Over turquoise water

Topped with jungle hats

And splurged with hidden wonders

Under every gentle splash

And kayak paddle pat.

 

 

Info and so on: Ang Thong National Marine Park is a fabulous archipelago of 42 islands in the Gulf of Thailand. It features amazing limestone mountains, jungles, sandy beaches, waterfalls, and hidden sacred lakes. About an hour fast-boat ride from Koh Samui, it is a protected area of about 100 square kilometers of land and sea and is home to an abundance of exotic wildlife and sea creatures (snorkeling is something you’d really wanna do!). Kayaking, diving, and hiking some of the rocky mountains make for a fabulous time. The Blue Lagoon (AKA Emerald Lake) is absolutely mandatory to climb to!) . Usually a day-trip boat charter from Koh Samui or one of the neighboring islands, there are also some rustic bungalows and tents available for overnight stay. Our family did the day trip from Koh Samui last summer, and it was fantastic!

 

For the Sunday Stills challenge: Parks

Zen Essence

calm curl NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the moment of the soft swell

Of a calm curl,

The gentle foam

Belays the power of

The waves that lift ocean liners

And cradle whales.

A breath

Before

Exhale.

 

 

Thank you, Terri, for this prompt. Perfect for today. For me, the shore is the ultimate calibrator. I took this photo in Ogonquit, Maine, quite too many years ago. Time to go back. Time to go to the beach. Any beach. For breath, for awe, for space, for zen.

For Sunday Stills: Essence of Zen

 

Up Close

Up Close NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Up close

The purple pinks into the blue

And makes the hues

Shine through.

 

Up close

You can forget yourself

As edges curl

And bloom unfurls

In you.

 

 

 

For Sunday Stills: Close-up

 

 

 

The Great Outdoors

The great outdoors NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

There’s naught much more needed

To fill the heart with song,

Than the Great Outdoors

With loved ones along.

 

 

 

For Sunday Stills: The great outdoors

 

 

Summer Stillness

CentralPark Peace NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Stop to breathe,

Take in ease,

Back to bark in

Summer breeze.

Shadow’s cool

City’s still,

In the park

Time to chill.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills challenge: Stillness

 

Shadow Path

shadow path OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

He took the path in shadow, and it seemed he was forever chasing sunlight as it progressed across the crater faster than his feet could carry him.

Bone-dry tired as he was.

It was better, he supposed, to be in the shadow. He was, he knew, perilously close to collapse.

Still the sun called to him. The shimmer played a trick upon his eyes and he craved the light even as he knew to fear it.

He’d been crossing deserts for what felt like a millennia of a parched destiny.

In linear time it had not been even quite a week …

Since he took the path of shadow.

In life. In hope of refuge. In this.

The sun slunk lower, further elongating the darkened tide of baked dirt, spreading to gobble up the fast receding patch of light.

He’d need to make camp soon.

One time had been plenty to be taken by surprise.

He knew.

Shadow will not wait long to turn into pitch dark.

 

 

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Path

 

 

 

At The Edge

cliff NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

 

You look down from the edge

To see,

The world bottoming out

From what could be.

The waters

That will take with them

Again

To sea,

All that has come

Before

And will one day

Once more

Be free.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Edge

 

 

Not Blueberries

Not Blueberries NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

“Look, Mama,” the child called, a soft fist held aloft as she ran, delighted, toward her mother. “I found some polka-dot blueberries!”

“Wait, where? Let me see? Those aren’t … Did you eat any?”

The child shrugged and twirled away, fingers closing protectively over a grimy palm that still held some blue orbs of what-mama-said-are-not-really-blueberries.

“Wait! Get back here. I need to see those again … Are you sure you didn’t eat any? They could make you very sick! And …” the woman looked around their deserted picnic blanket. “Where is your brother..? Where’s Eric!?”

“Oh,” the little girl pranced out of reach, and gestured vaguely in the direction of the trees beyond the forest clearing. “There. He found polka-dot strawberry mushrooms!”

 

 

 

Note: Inspired by a true story of a family I know, whose summer picnic ended up with a call to Poison Control, an ambulance, and two children in the Emergency Department. One child was fine. The second child eventually got better. Mama still can’t touch berries or mushrooms. Teach your children about the dangers of foraging and instruct them to not pick or eat (!!) any plant they don’t show you FIRST. …

For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Danger