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This is one time I’m glad I don’t have a photograph from close proximity to go with a post. Last night a neighbor called to tell us they’d seen a huge black bear inside the gate here. Piers was, like, “What?!”, “There aren’t supposed to be bears here.”, then. “Oh!”. Apparently, this bear doesn’t know it’s misplaced itself.

I have a theory. When I drove down here to Florida from Tennessee, I was awed by the beauty of nature in my home state, then it got more gorgeous in Mississippi, with so many shiny leafed magnolias I could scarcely believe it. As I moved along in Alabama I encountered what must have been a very large slash and burn project. The countryside shifted from almost overwhelmingly verdant beauty to a smoldering, gray landscape. For someone who loves nature, it was like driving from a visual utopia into a dystopian nightmare. I was apalled. I’m sure the wildlife is as well. So, I’m wondering if this bear found itself displaced by man’s intrusion and is now wandering in search of a new place to call home.

This kind of situation leaves us teetering on an edge between our love of and admiration for nature, and the very real need to exercise caution. I’ve been thrilled to see up close a number of feral pigs and deer (three deer just this morning) on the driveway where we got married in April. Now, in June I’m cautiously peering out of the windshield, hoping I don’t spot the bear. The closer in it creeps…um, lumbers, the more care we need to take.

I’m not sure what it would take to attract a big bear’s ire. I certainly don’t want to find out. So, for a while at least, we’re taking precautions to accommodate a bear’s presence. The thing is that we don’t know how long it will be with us. It could decide it likes our trees as much as we do, or perhaps it will amble on until it reaches a mountainous area of Georgia. We wish it well. We’ll also be glad for a time to come when the potential for a possibly deadly rumble with a misplaced denizen of the wild world doesn’t loom quite so far into our everyday life.

So, bear with me, if I spot the bear, go all nature fan girly, and post pics. Otherwise, feel free to carry on with your blissfully bearless day.

Florida is a place of beauty, abundant nature to observe and photograph, and unexpected experiences. When given the opportunity to go to Busch Gardens, I knew there were animals there. What I had not realized was how many and how close I could get to some of them. Add a zoom lens, and I was able to take photographs I had only dreamed of before I got my DSLR and traveled to The Sunshine State.

I love palm trees too, so they were high on my priority list. These tall, spindly ones are among my favorites.

Many of my animal photos were taken from the steam train ride. I didn’t always catch the guide’s descriptions in their entirety, which unfortunately means I don’t have a proper kind for this beauty. Just an antelope. I really like the way it stands out against the pop of green it grazes.

Though the head of this white rhino is nearly in silhouette, its distinctive horn is unmistakable. Rhinos are so tragically endangered that it makes me both incredibly happy and incredibly sad to see one. These creatures deserve to live on Earth as much as we do. Hopefully, some way, some how they will be given a renewed opportunity to thrive.

I read somewhere that modern DSLRs have something like 5,000 setting possibilities. Um, no. I’m learning how to use it and may continue to do so for as long as it’s mine. I concentrate on lighting and composition to get what I want. Or try to. I end up with a higher and higher percentage of shots I love, so I’m satisfied with how I’m doing so far. I still have some trouble with depth of field. Sometimes those mistakes turn out to be happy accidents. I was able to crop this giraffe one so that it looks like an intentional piece of pop art. I’ll take it!

Elephants have such timelessly beautiful faces. They look old and ageless at once, with wisdom gained and emotion endured etched into the lines around their eyes. Just like us. It’s my understanding that they are very similar to us in many ways. They bond with family and friends, love them, grieve them when they are gone. It would be a pretty wonderful thing to have an elephant for a friend.

Emus are so cool and fluffy. They seem sweet, but I’ve heard they can be cantankerous, kicking very hard among other things. Years ago I was at a wildlife park in New South Wales, Australia. I was enraptured, photographing koalas high in a eucalyptus tree (The koalas were high in the tree, not me!), when I felt a presence behind me. It didn’t touch me. I could just sense that something was close. I reluctantly removed my face from my viewfinder, and slowly pivoted. It did not take a full body turn to come face to face with an apparently curious emu. When I say face to face, I mean that it was really close. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a heart stopping moment. Then, I slowly backed away, until I realized it was still standing where I’d left it. At that point I beat a hasty retreat, glad to have had such a close encounter, and also glad to walk away emu kick free.

I’m glad this zebra was in the shade, so that its amazing markings were able to really be showcased. Bright sunlight could have caused too much contrast or glare, but this is perfect. Really studying the complex patterns of striping on its forehead and knees in particular, show what a wonder zebras are. Beautiful, almost but not quite comical looking, they’re a gift nature has bestowed upon us. Let’s enjoy every stripe.

This lion and lioness seem content in each other’s company. They’re both gorgeous. His mane surprised me by how rough it looked and how much actual red was in it. Nearby, a lioness had taken up residence in the fake bed of a fake truck that decorated the exhibit. By looking at her through the glass right over where she lay, I could see, count even, the individual hairs on her back. That is the closest I’ll ever be to a lion, I’m sure. I could have stood there, gazing upon such majesty for hours. It was an experience I’ll always treasure and never forget.

I’ll close this out with a pic I took with my phone. It’s not sharp like the ones from my camera, but it gives an idea of how beautiful the Christmas decorations were. I rode the Skyride and loved dangling, swinging, and swaying high above the gorgeous lights, but nothing quite compares to being close to them. it was a day filled with many of my favorite things, the top favorite being, as always, the magic that comes out of my camera.


St. Augustine is another place I wanted to see because of books. Eugenia Price wrote historical novels that brought times and places to vivid life. Reading one of her novels was like giving her permission to invade your mind and show you a movie there. I’ve been to locations from several of her novel series and thrilled to every sighting of something familiar.


In St. Augustine it was this house that I desperately wanted to see. It was featured in the novel Maria and looks just as I’d imagined as I read. The real life woman who inspired this novel lived in what is known as “The Oldest House”. I stood in her bedroom, and stared at the huge bed decorated with carvings of banana leaves until I had it memorized. What an amazing experience for a lover of books.


The old fort known as the Castillo de San Marcos also figured in Price’s writing. Its beautiful seaside setting is enough to draw visitors, but that beauty is greatly enhanced by a reader’s thoughts while touring it.


Palm trees, the ocean, history around every corner, and the opportunity to walk where favorite characters who were also real people walked make St. Augustine a place of wonder on many levels.It shines like a Spanish treasure on the shore of so many peoples’ dreams.

Manatees have been on my mind lately. These sweet and gentle giants of the sea are always in peril, from boats, environmental problems, and the occasional thoughtless, selfish nutjob found trying to ride one. I shudder to think how many more of those people who must scare them half to death are never caught in the act.


It’s easy to see how power boats just zoom right over them, oblivious.  They hang suspended just under the surface, blending into their environment so perfectly into sundappled shades of green and brown.

Right now the manatees are having a particularly bad year, as they fight for their lives against red tide. Record numbers are dying from it, but many people, including regular citizens, are trying to save them one at a time. They attract adoring and compassionate fan clubs of animal lovers willing to hold their heavy heads out of the water, so they can breathe until help arrives. If I lived in the right place I’d be right there with them.


I’ve been fortunate to vacation along the Florida coasts and spent several hours enjoying exploring the wild animal park at Homosassa Springs. They showcase their local population of manatees, giving visitors ample opportunity to see these startlingly huge creatures up close. I stood enraptured at a railing, looking down into the springs at this mother and baby duo. The mother was very gentle with her child. It was touching and inspiring to watch them.


There was an underwater observation area that was a real thrill to experience. They seemed as curious about their watchers as the other way around.

There are less than 5,000 manatees left in the Florida population. We can only hope the tide will turn for them soon, red and otherwise.