The leaves are thinking about changing in Utah, but here in Florida—Summer is still going on.
I think they do this warm, wet sunshine thing all year long.
The land is so green and lush and beautiful, but–I could swear I saw an alligator in every drop of water. Sorry. Personal problem manifesting itself.
We positively do not have swaying palm trees where I come from. But we also don’t have sharks, so it’s fair.
Something so great about standing still while the ground beneath you slides away.
This sea weed looked like hundreds of tiny birds’ nests scattered on the shore.
It rained a bit every day that we were here, but even with the clouds it was beautiful…maybe especially with the clouds…
No idea what kind of bird this is. If you know, then tell all of us so that we can be enlightened.
The Miami skyline may not look the same as all the natural beauty, but there is something about it that makes me think of growing up in LA. It’s like standing among a thousand giants and still feeling snug and safe.
All nostalgic pining aside, I would still rather wake up with this in my backyard than the busy city any day. Not interested in alligators. Terribly not interested in sharks. Not particularly thrilled about barracuda. Other than those spooky things–which I never saw—Florida is a keeper.
