Thursday, November 4, 2010

Tampa Museum of Art

The Tampa Museum of Art was our destination with Mag and Tim after a great lunch at the Crazy Buffet.  Having only been in this building less than a year, the museum was exhibiting The American Impressionists in the Garden.  There were 40 works and 4 whimsical sculptures; so it was easy to see without being rushed.  My favorites were the Childe Hassam paintings.

Also on view were metal sculptures of Dominique Labauvie: Musical Lines in My Hands.

Tim and Me

The next door Children's Museum has wonderful glass mosaic designs on the exterior of the building.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Honeymoon Island State Park

It has been about six months since we have been back to Honeymoon Island State Park.  Today we walked the Osprey Trail where before we have seen horned owls with owlets, bald eagles with eaglets, osprey with their young, wood peckers and other song birds, armadillos, and gopher tortoises. Other folks have seen 11 different kinds of snakes that include 3 venomous...coral snake, pygmy and Eastern Diamondback rattlesnakes. Several osprey, two tortoises, and a raccoon were all we observed.  Many empty nests littered dead tall trees.  Near the water we saw           (literally) an army of tiny fiddler crabs no bigger than an inch moving from the water inland over dried seaweed.  They parted  as we walked through them, none of us missing a beat.

How many fiddler crabs can you count?

The trail is a long loop through diverse ecosystems containing pines and live oaks, cabbage palms and saw grass, or myrtles, sea grapes and mangroves. Part is shady with mosquitoes, and part is in the glaring, hot sun.  Chuck was with us as we alternately swatted and sweated.

The Chuckster
If you have the time, there is a ferry to the island that eventually becomes Clearwater, after a few miles.  It sports a marina, a gorgeous, long empty beach, and another trail carved by the settlers who used to live there. A small but highly informative Nature Center is also nearby.  Proceeding west from the parking areas, is the beach that shell collectors frequent.  I don't think I have ever seen a beach with more shells.
Gopher Tortoise