Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2006/01/22
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]OK, Don, here goes............. I am by training a chemist and a broadcaster, and that was a long time ago - in the Sixties. I have no idea if they still use molecules and atoms or if these have been supplanted by something more fashionable. I doubt that I have the talent much less the energy needed to do a full scale PAW. But, Don was asking about the Bay and that put an idea in my head that I want to try. The Bay has been my life and home for decades. I can certainly post a picture related to the Bay along with some information about it every week or so, if y'all would like. I am not a historian or a biologist, nor am I a naturalist. I don't even play one on TV or te Internet. My only claim to expertise about the Bay is that I have been living, sailing, working, photographing, and exploring this part of the world since I was a teenager, and that was half a century ago. I have probably managed to pick up a fact or two along the way along, I am sure, along with a generous portion of urban legend. and just plain old fashion mis-information. There are many LUG members who know far more about these things than I can hope to learn in the time left to me. I will do my best to get it right, but if I goof up not only will comments be welcome and helpful. The Chesapeake Bay divides Maryland, Delaware, and Virginia each into two parts. We call the "mainland" or Washington, DC,side where I live and work the Western Shore, and the other side, ocean side, The Eastern Shore. The Bay is long and narrow. It's length is something like one hundred and ten miles. Where I live, near Washington, DC, it is only about six miles wide. The Bay is very shallow. The deepest part of the Bay is called Bloody Point. The depth reaches 115 feet there. ( I'll save the story of why we call it "Bloody Point" for another time.) The average depth of the Bay is only two or three feet. This may give you an idea of how shallow most of the Bay actually is. Its shores and tributaries are covered with estuaries, which are a kind of marsh land. The water in the Bay is brackish, meaning that it is salty, but not nearly as salty as a proper ocean. The marshes and estuaries which line the Bay are ecologically very important because they serve as the nurseries where Crabs, Rockfish, Clams, and Oysters along with a lot of other marine life are born and nurtured. But, more about that as time goes on. The computer gods who govern what happens to me on my day job were neither benevolent nor kind to me this week. One of the things which I do when I am tired and need to recharge myself spiritually is to pack up my camera and to drive around the Eastern Shore looking for pictures, at least during the winter. On summer weekends the way is congested with killer traffic jams composed of people trying to get to Ocean City, one of our local Atlantic Ocean Beaches. There are two ways to get from the Western to the Eastern Shore in the Northern part of the Bay. You can drive over the Bay Bridge which connects Sandy Point State Park, which is not far from Annapolis, our State capitol, with the Eastern Shore's Kent Island. The Bay Bridge is about six miles long, making it one of the longer bridges in the world. Or, you can use your boat. At my age there is little that could induce me to cross the Bay Bridge in the weekend summer traffic, though when I was younger taking a date to the beach with all the hope that entailed would certainly do the job. Yesterday afternoon I went to the Blackwater Wildlife Refuge. It is located on the Eastern Shore, just outside of Cambridge, Maryland. As far as I am concerned it is one of the gems of American Parks. The Bay is located on one of the major flyways used by migratory birds as they travel north in the summer and south in the winter. This time of year the Blackwater Refuge is filled with thousands of birds. I was there late in the afternoon yesterday. It was an incredible experience. It was an unusually mild winter day. The thermometer on the dashboard of my Jag said that it was 61 outside. A storm was blowing up. I could feel it, and so could the birds. They were making a great deal of noise and flying about this way and that. Being there as the storm came in was an incredibly powerful emotional experience. You could feel that you were in the presence of something strong, primal, and far larger and stronger than you or I are as individuals. This is what it looked like and felt like to me. http://www.leica-gallery.net/barney/image-91228.html Barney