Ocklawaha River. December 10, 2009
It was cold this morning, even for December. I was standing on the bank of Ocklawaha River listening to the waking reveille dominated by the piercing chips of a cardinal hidden in a nearby wax myrtle thicket. High overhead, a gang of honking crows worked the rafters of the forest cathedral.
|"a veil of misty drifts off the water...."|
|An otter sniffs the air|