March 16, 2017
The colors of this senescing palm leaf appealed to me. I didn’t see the lizard until I put the camera’s viewfinder up to my eye. (See the posts of the past few days to see the larger relative.)
March 15, 2017
This baby alligator was two feet long at most. The visitors at the Venice Myakka River Park who gazed at her stayed near the top of the bank. She may not be able to cause much damage, but it’s said that wherever there is a baby alligator, a mother alligator is not far away.
March 14, 2017
Maybe vultures don’t like to get their wings wet.
March 13, 2017
It wasn’t all be-polite-and-wait-your-turn with the vultures. In fact, they brawled over their food. Amid the mayhem I couldn’t tell whether the same guy fought off the challengers or the challengers replaced one another.
March 12, 2017
While I was photographing the upended tree, Lynda called from further down the path. Was I interested in photographing a dead alligator, or was that too gross. This photograph shows my answer. Up north the turkey buzzards keep our rural roadways cleared of carcasses, and I have often thought of them as the cleanup crew. It’s hard to tell how much cleaning up these black vultures can achieve with such tough hide to work through. They were certainly doing their best.
January 3, 2016
December 28, 2016
Don’t worry: I was on the bridge when I took this photograph. The second image (a crop) gives you a better look at this alligator’s gorgeous skin. Click on that image to see it even closer.
December 20, 2016
December 18, 2016
December 11, 2016
I’m not going to be able to get out with the camera for a few days, so that means delving back into my archives for the next few posts. Going way back—2004—this series was taken on Deer Isle, Maine. Midwestern U.S. born and raised, I was captivated by the ocean shore and was lucky enough to spend a few hours at low tide. It took a while for me to realize—to my horror—that the crunching sound under my feet was my crushing of barnacles. I moved to where I would not murder any more.