The last few weeks have been wonderfully busy for me. I have a new listing, have been showing houses like mad, am working on getting everything settled for my first closing, and have negotiated a somewhat difficult contract. There was a really nice week in all this where I got to go to Pensacola and visit my mother for a week. Honestly, that isn’t really a good excuse for ignoring this blog for all that time. In Pensacola, I did take some photos, but I just couldn’t write about them.
I have missed you, my faithful reader, and I have missed my stomp-arounds, my treks through the wildnerness with my camera. Somehow I haven’t managed to get out and do something about it, but a Facebook conversation with my brother spurred me to get down to the lake. He told me I needed to show off my Florida warmth by taking pictures with sand, as another brother had done. The problem is, there is no sand around here. I suggested the lake, he suggested swimming in it. There are alligators in the lake, and it’s 17 feet deep at the edges, so I am not swimming in it. Just take my word for it, it’s warm here.
The morning lake is a perfect place for calm, with barely a ripple moving across it. At this time of year, there is little activity from the wildlife, and little to distract from just admiring the beauty. I took this time to enjoy the moment, not thinking of the day to come or of anything but the beauty that surrounds me.