I last posted here on August 24, 2019. That date coincides with our next-to-last family trip, and my (our) last connection specifically with nature except that inside our home fence. That date also coincides with a busy writing period which saw my "Current Assignments" folder fill up, again and again. As right and needed as that picture appears for a full-time freelance writer, there's also a faux pas there that I am personally responsible for: not getting away to commune with the peace of nature. I was familiar with the remedy; I just had to employ it again. And in December, I sought a weather report online where a day promised to be blemish-free of rain or snow and significant chill, peered at my desk calendar, and picked a day that was devoid of writing by choice. And that day the Sears traveled 100 miles to the Barnegat Light and Holgate sections of Long Beach Island (*Note: Remember, this was in December, prior to the COVID19 pandemic). There's a great deal to be said and pondered about when it comes to nature, in any form. As you can see from the above photos, seasonal winter growth yields greenery amid decaying or already dead brush and grasses. The contrast, for me, is the true beauty of nature, especially in an area with a body of water nearby. The warm December day encouraged no quick departure over the Route 72 causeway bridge for home, so after our visit to Barnegat Light, we headed down to LBI's other end, where the Holgate Division of the Edwin B. Forsythe Wildlife Refuge resides. It is ironic that, in a spot where such peace can be enjoyed on a 2 1/2 mile area of beach and dunes, the Atlantic City architecture, which houses much activity and noise, was viewable as an apparent "Emerald City" about 25 miles down the Atlantic Ocean. Quite the day. A nice escape to somthing (and somewhere) different.
Steve
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Steve Sears is a New Jersey based freelance writer
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