Scenes From A Day

That building was where the Garden Club met. And where people voted. And where the library was.

It is a place which is one of the cornerstones of my life. I am not even kidding you. And that road? That's where we played marbles.

Sunset.

We're eating mullet for supper.

Egrets (I think) on their way home for the night.


Sand hill cranes, digging in the soft river-bank. For what? Crabs? I do not know. But they were busy and unconcerned with our presence. Mr. Moon took that picture.


Vultures in a dead tree within a stone's throw of the Walgreens, Publix and Highway 1.

That's the way it is down here.

And so is this:


And this:

And here I am in it:


See the train trestle behind me? And the pelicans?
Okay.

Time to fry the mullet.

Man, it is so good.