We glided through the canals of Winter Park Florida last March in search of some sights. There were homes big and small lining the shore. We spied fuzzy moss of every length dripping from wise old trees. And to top things off we had a wise ass of a boat driver to give us the low down! He was living the dream. Retired in an enviable climate, spending his free time out on the water and flirting with any available white haired ladies that might be on board. He also warned us about that dripping moss. He told us that if we wanted to take a sample home to stick it in the freezer for a couple weeks. It is full of chiggars and fleas. No thanks.
But there was more than moss in the air. This decorated tree caught my eye. A mini island.
The boat didn't even slow down for the most interesting part of the floating adventure for me. These Anhingas. (or Cormorants)
But I managed to get a few fleeting shots. These island trees are popular perches. Well, so is Florida.
I've thrown a curve ball over at The Chorus of the Crows Be sure to drop by and catch up on my word play!