Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures

Posts tagged “Venice Myakka River Park

Playing with the Leaves 2

March 18, 2017


Playing with the Leaves 1

March 17, 2017

It had been a while since I’d tried some Intentional Camera Movement, so when Lynda and I were at the Venice Myakka River Park, I played with the leaves a bit.

A Smaller Relative

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.)

Just a Little Tyke

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.

The Cleanup Crew 3

March 14, 2017

Maybe vultures don’t like to get their wings wet.

The Cleanup Crew 2

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.


The Cleanup Crew 1

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.


Gills Like a Mushroom

March 11, 2017

When she wandered away from the lagoon at the Venice Myakka River Park, Lynda came across a dead and upended tree that may have been a cypress. The remnant of the root end was weather-sculpted in a way that reminded me of the gills of some mushrooms.






Leaves: Same Same

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).

Unfriendly Tree

March 9, 2017

Almost walked into the twigs of this swamp locust (Gleditsia aquatica) growing along the lagoon.