Every time I go to Cumberland Island, I am struck by its raw and unbridled beauty. I’m also reminded just how unexplainable it is. It’s jaw-dropping gorgeous. The first time I backpacked on the island, I knew there was so much more than what was right in front of my eyes. I was right. The history is as wild as the horses that run free on its beaches and graze on its sun-bleached meadows. I’ll post more photos of this last trip over the next couple of days, but I wanted to go ahead and get this one up on the site. It was taken while walking through a marsh area where a slender freshwater pond called a slough provides refuge for wild life. The hints of blues in the water are reflections of the sky. But I also discovered that the water in the sloughs is a deep blue.
Ok . . . . I couldn’t stop and thought I would post at least one horse photo. The gray on this guy’s legs is actually sand. He had been running through the surf on the beach.