A tale of two leaves â€¦ one still with life coursing through
its veins and one that was intent on giving one last hurrah with a burst of
color before it said goodbye.
I was at Englewood Beach on the weekend and the youthful
bikini-clad tourists contrasted heavily with the aging snowbirds that occupy
the place for the winter months. It would be easy to only take in the youthful
beauty of the former but the little old lady who stopped by me as I took these
shots, still had a loving twinkle in her eye and her own beauty shone as bright
as the yellows and reds of the leaf we were both admiring.
â€¦ this little Anhinga yesterday, stretched out his feathers
to dry in the early morning sun. As I watched the steam coming up from his
sodden feathers it made me think of how lucky we are to not have to hunt our
No need to creep through the underbrush, fighting off other
predators, stealthily approaching the counter for that elusive quarter pounder
As I wander the trails here in central Florida, I see life
and death struggles play out on every trail and it reinforces that we are all
just part of a circle of life. And yet I cannot think of any other animal
that kills for fun.
Getting numb to the dangers while on a wild trail is never a
good thing. It is one of the aspects that I try to remind myself of, but
habitually forget. Just because a creature like this one (attached) is smiling
at us, does not mean that he is happy to meet us.
On the contrary, alligator smiles are as deceiving as they
We got to within three or four feet of one of these large
guys the other day on the trail and the speed of his leap caught us by
surprise. Just happy his leap was away and not towards. ?
Familiarity (as in many parts of life) gets us to drop our guards
and become vulnerable to those around us. I need to remind myself that not all
that glitters is gold.
Hope this guy adds a little smile into your weekend.