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Dancing the Flamingo

Dancing the Flamingo

Two-Stepping

Saturday, July 25, 2016  

 My surrounding sound sights and serenity! 

My surrounding sound sights and serenity! 

After a full day motoring eastward, I anchored in Rum Cay's Flamingo Bay and then decided to celebrate my Mystique's arrival by pouring myself a "healthy" coconut rum.  After a 5-hour motoring directly into the easterly wind and waves, I found myself a good 25 miles from Port Nelson. Soon after the bow's bridle was set, I selected a few dance CDs, slipped into my stereo player, "cranked up" the volume, opened up my heart, moved to the before-deck trampoline, bared my toes and loosened up my reserve.

 The clouds line-dance their way into my camera's viewfinder.  This panorama shows the effects of my bumping and grinding the western horizon. Soon I could swear those distant clouds danced... breaking, lapping and flapping their Fandango

The clouds line-dance their way into my camera's viewfinder.  This panorama shows the effects of my bumping and grinding the western horizon. Soon I could swear those distant clouds danced... breaking, lapping and flapping their Fandango

 Nothing much better than Nature's inspiration to celebrate this dance's arrival. 

Nothing much better than Nature's inspiration to celebrate this dance's arrival. 

With no human being within sight, sound or some 20 miles, I danced-up a storm all alone with a Zydeco beach and coral (choral) blast followed by a whole array of other artists and stepped out on the "town". Well, actually I stayed onboard, but like dancing fevers one's fervor, I envisioned and fantasized this Saturday night's New Orleans music by transported myself from my earlier solo stroll upon a nearby pristine 2-mile beach.  Another picture perfect day can do wonders to a simple soul. Rum may for a while heighten and enlighten, but the day's ways, waves and winds wound woke up my wild side.

I imagined all of Flamingo's fish, flora and fauna shakin' / bakin' to my tunes.  Nature's bayin' / swayin' / vibratin' accompaniment set the stage.  If wind and water waltz, they watusi.  If boats fan-dance, they float the Frug. If coral heads, they Can-Can. If flamingoes fan dango, they flamenco.  I'm sure they all would have been stepping out, swaying with the current, surging with the surf, strutting their long-neck yakking / squawking while flapping their pink-winged feathers. 

Of course, Nature makes her own music; strides her own daily tidal dance, splurges and purges her own light rays and tunes-in to her own pulsations. Tonight I'm playing my one-man band-aid, soul train medley, shimmyin' and shakin' to the sounds as my Sea-D player's resounds motions and emotions my feet to the beat of Macarena, Merengue, Moonwalkin' Monster Mashin'.  Tonight the sound and beat surround and resound.  

Tonight it's all sound.  Lyrics can catch me on another day; I'm thawed and too enthralled now as loving life's vibrancy and vitality rescue me....unwrapping her presents and presence opens my heart. My spirits (mine and my rum) soar as they absorb my seaside / inside sensations. Celebratin' my captivatin', culminatin' arrival.

 As I filled my empty head with jiving juice and jubilance, I didn't dine, drink or dance alone on an empty stomach.

As I filled my empty head with jiving juice and jubilance, I didn't dine, drink or dance alone on an empty stomach.

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"Ah", you say, " only ocean motions...just swaying / playing with wind and waves....too much bouncing on the bow.....simply swinging with your anchor....too much Rumba or Hootchy-Kootchy.... your compass clouded with Cha Cha Cha... your blurry bearings Boogie-Woogie-ing ....your boat sailing your Bossa Nova. I can hear them say, "You obviously swallowed too much hot salsa on your chip-dip."

 My first of five Flamingo Bay sunsets. Embraced by my sea's sobriety and her sunset's variety and piety, I witnessed another of Nature's daily cloud dances. Nature certainly knew how to shoot me an end of day  Bahamian B olero.

My first of five Flamingo Bay sunsets. Embraced by my sea's sobriety and her sunset's variety and piety, I witnessed another of Nature's daily cloud dances. Nature certainly knew how to shoot me an end of day Bahamian Bolero.

Confusing Lines

Confusing Lines

Going Out on a Limb

Going Out on a Limb