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Category: Environmental
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Well, not having mastered the art of stitching photos together, I still had to share this imperfect attempt. St. Augustine Beach, Anastasia Island State Park.
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Seems like it's raining all over the world… Alligator in the rain, St. Augustine, Florida. (My hometown, Baltimore, is suffering, what can we do?) (Hope that right action rises up from the ashes and that much good will come from this troubled time.)
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When I was a little girl, I loved the smell of the earth, flowers and trees and fresh mown grass, starry nights and beautiful sunsets, and time spent at the beach. A lot of life has happened between then and now, and I still love all of those things,…
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Happy Earth Day! Aden at the Library park, St. Augustine, Florida.
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It's great when the drama in your life is in the sky! Saturday's afternoon thunder storm literally rolled in on a wave of air. The wind was rearranging these clouds so fast, and then the rain came and it came BIG! St. Augustine…
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One misty, moisty, morning, when cloudy was the weather… Palencia golf course, St. Augustine Florida, just before sunrise and the fog got thicker and thickerer until the sun finally burned through…
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These solid, sturdy, dependable mountains, remind me of the wild, rolling ocean, wave after wave after wave. Except they are very much more grounded than the airy, watery ocean waves. The view from Brasstown Bald Mountain in Georgia. Reprinted with added text, from Laine's Blog, March 2013.
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Who are those nervous birds in the tree on the parking lot of the pet store? Ah ha! They're the wonderful Cedar Waxwings, coming through again! Moments later… In the top photo, you can see air plants as well as mistletoe and little flowers…
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Worrying… It's quite a distraction… and then, well… Wonder on the other hand, it will lift you up and up and up! (I wonder what I will worry about today?) (I worry what I will wonder about tomorrow!) Just wonderin'. "Captain" is buried at Disney…
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By the time this squirrel was finished with the hammock pillow, there was nothing left. There was, however a very comfy nest in one of the oak trees. In a big wind, small pieces of fuzz would rain down on our heads. Watching nature's critters prepare their nests for the little ones…
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