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Found a gator nest today right off the trail near

Found a gator nest today right off the trail near the parking lot. Must be a newbie mama to not check out the neighborhood a little better. Another photographer said he actually watched her build the nest and lay her eggs yesterday. Lucky him. I expect the rangers will fence this area ASAP. Also, poor girl has an eye issue. Life in the wild is hard.

I never tire of a sunrise. It reminds me that ther

I never tire of a sunrise. It reminds me that there is beauty in the midst of ugly. That new beginnings are possible.

Reflecting on the Class of 2020 (to which my oldes

Reflecting on the Class of 2020 (to which my oldest grand girl belongs.) It’s a weird year to graduate. And to miss out on all the usual pomp and circumstance because of a dumb virus. But to be honest, I don’t remember much about my senior year at all, even including prom—except for who I went with. 😊 But this class of 2020? They are unique. And they are getting to experience all kinds of new and special and unexpected celebrations. Pretty sure they will remember this year.
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SCROLL ⬅️⬅️ to see my beautiful grand girl... the one who a year ago was in that awful car accident and not only survived but thrived. She had a long recovery, and there was some question as to whether she would be able to graduate on time. The caption to her photo in the yearbook will read, “Senior year hit me like a truck. Literally.” But just look at her now. She surpassed all expectations. She is strong and courageous and, and @grxcee.k is our amazing Grace.

I wonder what’s going on here. And the second ba

I wonder what’s going on here. And the second baby looks like it’s pouting. Also, I didn’t even notice the turtle when I took the photos.

Not really IG worthy photos, but I noticed this Fl

Not really IG worthy photos, but I noticed this Florida soft shell on the bank across the lake this morning. I read that they only come out of the water to bask or lay eggs. It wasn’t basking and seemed to be moving around a bit from side to side. It looked like its little flippers were digging. Doesn’t seem like a very good place to make a nest in someone’s backyard. I also read that after one lays her eggs, she might move from the nest and dig again to create a false nest and fool predators. Or maybe she was just doing her morning calisthenics. 🤷‍♀️

“Not to conform to any other color is the secret

“Not to conform to any other color
is the secret of being colorful.
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He shocks us when he flies
like a red verb over the snow.”
~ Henry Carlile in “The Cardinal”

When you’re just not comfortable in your own ski

When you’re just not comfortable in your own skin...

Under cover... flattening my curves.

Under cover... flattening my curves.

I learned a new thing about D on this 24 bitrillio

I learned a new thing about D on this 24 bitrillionth day (or whatever) in the year C.P. (Covid Pandemic). I’ve been learning lots of new things being together 24/7–the good and the not really. Even after 48+ years. I’m guessing he could say the same. Good thing he doesn’t plan to retire until is 124 years old.

A not-socially-distanced muster (or phalanx) of st

A not-socially-distanced muster (or phalanx) of storks in this low spot (that a few weeks ago was just mud. (SWIPE to see my hubby ⬅️
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This morning we also walked for a cause. We logged part of our time to help raise money for @childrensharborinc. The South Florida Office Of New York Life hopes employees together will walk 100 hours over the weekend to help raise $1800 through the New York Life Foundation.
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#newyorklifefoundation #lovetakesaction #volunteerforgood #walkwithapurpose #newyorklifeinsurance

Morning has broken ...

Morning has broken ...

Good Saturday morning. (It *is* Saturday, isn’t

Good Saturday morning. (It *is* Saturday, isn’t it?) Guess where we are off to.

“Every day / I see or hear / something / that mo

“Every day / I see or hear / something / that more or less / kills me / with delight . . . “
~ Mary Oliver in “Mindful”

This picture cracks me up. These ladies are not ne

This picture cracks me up. These ladies are not nearly as close as they seem. They were coming down the trail, and stepped aside. Then they turned and booked it back the way they’d come while the cranes marched on behind them. They seemed to know exactly where they were heading. This lady turned around for a picture, and though the parents might have been just stretching their wings, I like to think they were exerting their authority. “Out of the way, humans. And no funny business. We own this road.” Later they stopped to graze just off the path and were seemingly oblivious to the handful of socially distanced cameras. The colt is getting bigger every week. I wonder what happened to its sibling. 😢 Scroll for more.

Making their approach. The crane family always has

Making their approach. The crane family always has the right-of-way. And they know it.

“On foggy mornings, Charlotte’s web was truly

“On foggy mornings, Charlotte’s web was truly a thing of beauty . . . The web glistened in the light and made a pattern of loveliness and mystery, like a delicate veil . . . human beings must always be on the watch for the coming of wonders.” ~ E.B. White
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Yesterday the marsh was awash in foggy wonder and veiled in webs as far as one could see.

And we have twins.

And we have twins.

Same view yesterday morning and this morning. Toda

Same view yesterday morning and this morning. Today we see dimly—but we walk by faith, not sight.

Peering through a veil this morning.

Peering through a veil this morning.

A tragedy since last weekend. Colt #2 is no more.

A tragedy since last weekend. Colt #2 is no more. 😢 It appears that Dad is standing guard over the rest of his little family.

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