Friday, November 24, 2017

Gator Creek Nature Preserve.

Greetings from the Hermit WRiter. Remember me warning you about my tree loving nature?

I love how oaks reach, and reach, and reach. They are such cool trees.

Nice the park's people give us nice places to sit and contemplate.

And those oaks swirl around.

Texture of one of those benches. I think I'll keep hiking.

Love the gray texture of winter cypress.

Best marked park in Florida. Weird thing, this park is flooded (and closed) more than it's open. Finally come this way during the dry season...and that entire loop in red is closed because of downed trees. Thanks Irma.



For Tree Huggers

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. I hiked Gator Creek Nature Preserve Nov 18 ... I loved it because I was in the woods. If you love trees...I invite you to my love fest for the next couple days.


The significance you ask? I left Tampa where there was a full, blue sky. Got north of Lakeland, and within ten minutes of hiking, this would be the last tidbit of blue I would see. (Pouty face)



Makes me want to look for dinosaurs. There's no getting off the trail here.


And the trail was very well marked.


There were a lot of downed trees along the trail/fire break. The open space makes those pines vulnerable to F3 winds.


...just because I think trees are inherently gorgeous.



Thursday, November 23, 2017

Dusk's Delight

Greetings from the Hermit WRiter and a very Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends.










Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Pups Celebrating my Baer Dae

Greetings from the 60yo Hermit Writer.









Fav Passage from the WIP

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Darshee and Wizper sat on the veranda when we got there, black-dirty feet spread out in front of them, quilted vests open against the breeze rising off the Lake, faces hued with their own exhaustion.
“Hiking was good?” I asked.
The hint of smiles wrinkled against their tusks.
Nuel and I climbed the grand stairs to their level, and turned to take in the view. It is what one does at Black Lake near twilight. The Lake is always too beautiful to rightly describe, but evolves from its daytime purple to flickering gems hued teal and orange so extraordinary they can blind you. The only thing that saves the soul from the majic of the billowing water is the tranquility of the south shore pine forests breaking the amazing panorama.
“Wow,” Nuel drawled.
Finally. Something we could agree upon.




Friday, November 17, 2017

Rainy Alderman Ford Nature Preserve

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.


Think I was trying to be artsy fartsy



Henry and Taedy off leach (don't tell anyone)





Taedy Baer got a little tired trying to keep up with Henry.