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The old Overland Railroad bridge at Bahia Honda, just outside of Key West:
Sometimes I wish I had a camera capable of HDR photography. I think old mechanical structures particularly suit the grittiness of the high contrast ratio.
The old Overland Railroad bridge at Bahia Honda, just outside of Key West:
Sometimes I wish I had a camera capable of HDR photography. I think old mechanical structures particularly suit the grittiness of the high contrast ratio.
Sometimes living in Florida has its awesome moments. From a clinic just outside of Islamorada:
Today, I had a good day.
It began entirely too early - just slightly past six. I am not now a morning person, and I will never be. Still, I managed to pull myself onto the road an hour later after only a single cup of coffee. Sometimes there are reasons to get up in the morning, and sometimes I will find the proper motivating force to drive me forward through the hazy cloud of sleep. Today, I will meet my advisor in the flesh for the first time, and today will truly mark the beginning of my graduate career.
I drive East out of Palmetto, heading towards Interstate 75, which I will follow South to Naples. In Naples, I-75 will turn Eastwards again, and suddenly become "Alligator Alley", a turnpike cutting through the very heart of the Everglades. Endless miles of hungry swamp ensue, with only a thin chain-link fence holding back the horde of hungry alligators - as well as the occasional invasive burmese python. Of course, the truth is actually rather disappointing: the fence is there to protect the alligators and panthers (and pythons, oh my!) from us, and not vice-versa. The "untouched purity" of the wilderness that some would like to romanticize no longer exists. Our greatest natural heritage and our best national parks must be managed, lest their structured ecology slowly phase into the cultured environment of 'civilization'. It leaves them as artificial an environment as any zoo, if not more grandiose.