A little evening rain really brings out the tree frogs - one of Margaret's favorite subjects. This one is almost the exact color of the saw palmetto he claimed as his own.
Palm trees, bicycles, flip flops, pelicans, skateboards, fishing boats and dolphins... this small peninsula town of almost 6,000 residents wedged between Pensacola Bay and the Gulf of Mexico is defined by salt water and live oaks, sand and sun, and the occasional hurricane. The landscape shaped - then re-shaped - by storms past... the ocean, sound and bay offering a visual feast of color and motion that is never the same from one day to the next. For most, Gulf Breeze is a place to pass through on the way to somewhere else, and for them, the unique character of this town and its people goes unnoticed...
I love the song of the tree frog. These are wonderful shots.
ReplyDeleteGreat camouflage. You really have to look to see the wonderful animal.
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