swamp cabbage for christmas.
Nothing quite beats the early morning experience up at dawn, abbreviating whatever one calls a brief period of sleep after a night of heavy, holiday, family reunited drinking. Speeding through the Florida mist, pedal to the floor, stephen stills led the charge and it was everybody I love you that made the lifting the clutch in second at 50 miles per unsafe hour to make a 90 degree left across the two lane state road into this mess just that more exciting.
might have even left a tidy black mark from the new goodyears on the freshly cured cement.
know you got to run…
a swamp at dawn is something to behold.
Its nice to watch the mist burn off the pacific over late morning coffee in the summer from a balcony in Santa Monica, but there is something pretty magical about watching the mist dissipate over hundreds of acres of two foot deep water whose source is solely precipitation.
This of course, is the only part of Florida thats worth a damn (excluding *maybe* the carnival storage lots and accompanying freak show land locked trailer parks), but its nice to enjoy it while we still can.
I came out here with my brother who wanted to record some birds, dinosaurs or Southern Florida remote criminal activity for his blog. Hear it!
The highlight of the morning for me, if such a thing is possible, was hanging out with this hawk for a while. Growing up on several hundred feet of bedrock, it was nice to see a raptor that I could somewhat relate to. Twenty eight mil’s doesnt do so much to project the size of this bird, but it was surely a man sized meal of a hawk. Not quite barn owl madness, but real big for a killer bird.
That was the coolest predator I saw out here. Would have been a whole lot cooler if I saw The Predator, I have always figured that the medical kit he keeps in his left arm is probably pretty rad to check out up close, but no such luck. Predator vs. South Florida has some potential to be a real good script…
know you got to hide.