Photographs

A relic of my past life is spotlit by Florida sun.

Oleanders bloom along the Ocean Club driveway.

I would never again wish to live far from seagrapes.

I always enjoy a lunchtime visit to the beach.

This is the view from my usual table on the terrace.

I thought this was an ordinary willow, until the catkins came in March.

Unlike northern catkins — gone in a few days — these Florida flowers just keep blooming.

This was the wine I brought for a final supper aboard Arcane, when Jean and Jacynthe made a brief visit last month.

One calm morning pelicans were feeding all along the shore.

“Fish! I see fish!”

“Where did they go?”

“Ten guppies in one gulp!”

Riding past West Lake park, I stopped to snap a photo of little boats. Sometimes I miss my Skedaddle, and the Hobie Wave I left in Minnesota.

Tranquillity.

Only the most powerful kite-surfers braved the sea this day.

This is someone’s idea of fun. I never got further than riding a canvas raft on tame summer curlers.