March 14, 2017
Maybe vultures don’t like to get their wings wet.
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.
March 10, 2017
Around here (coastal south central Florida) there are few deciduous trees. In some areas in winter—at least that I’ve noticed—the only leaves that fall seem to be those of the live and laurel oak trees. To this northerner, that seems strange, used as I am to the variety of leaves that fall at once in autumn up north. The other thing that’s unusual to these eyes is that the oak trees lose their old leaves at the same time that they put forth new ones. The trees are never bare. And should I mention that these leaves do not look like what I think of as oak leaves? No spiky uneven margins here, but something more like a squat willow leaf. For me, one of the biggest pleasures of travel is seeing plant life that does not look like the plant life I grew up with. This path with oak leaves and the shadow of an oak tree is in the Venice Myakka River Park. I stopped to take the photo on the way to catching up with Lynda and her first big find of the day (coming up soon).
March 8, 2017
When I go to the Venice Myakka River Park, I usually spend most of my time at the lagoon there. On February 12, however, water lettuce covered much of the water’s surface, and confounded with a cloudy sky, I failed to catch the reflections that often intrigue me. I was at the park as the second outing with my new friend Lynda. While I tarried at the lagoon, hoping it would still speak to me, she wandered along and soon found the photography event of the day (you’ll see later) and phoned to alert me. All in all, thanks largely to Lynda’s superior ability to spot potential photographic material, it was a great day. . . . Willow trees proliferate in this park.