Another American Adventure

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Grassy Waters

Grassy Waters is one of my favorite places around here. Quiet, with lots of boardwalk to enter into this strange and wildly beautiful land. The Everglades, but only a couple of miles away and free.

Sweet little baby alligator there to greet us ...

(I think I must have a smudge on my lens ...)

Airboat ...

Same little baby alligator ...

If you look at the edge of the step ...

another alligator poking up his head ...

This is the new boardwalk section that wasn't finished the last time we were there ...

Saw some Everglades Snail Kites out there ...

Little bits of color growing on the trees.

Alligator venturing up the steps ...

Good Friday dinner

This was the centerpiece for our table on Good Friday when Sandy and Frank came over for dinner (we had fish).

Thursday, April 5, 2012

FL fotos of this and that

Check out the passover moon (above).

Singer Island.

John's cactus has grown taller than him.

The hole that Jubilee was digging is all cleaned up!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Miami Marlins

John and Eric at the first game in the new Miami Marlins stadium. Under roof and air conditioned! Right in little Havana, they say. Yankees won.

Here's a little video that they took:

more ducks & stuff, beer, and John's arrival in FL

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.