A Photographer's Journal

We all have them, I suppose. My grown niece is attached to a one-eared stuffed rabbit by the name of Bunny, hers since she was a toddler. My husband is attached to a potted ficus tree given to us as a wedding gift 36 years ago. He calls it the marriage tree and is petrified that it will die.  I am attached to a place – a scruffy 230-acre spread in Crystal River, Florida, officially named The Plantation Inn and Golf Resort; it has been known locally for over fifty years as “th

If I ever leave Florida again, I think what I would miss most is the Sabal Palm, known to some as the Cabbage Palm. Admittedly, there are more elegant palms here, but for me the Sabal is the most expressive.  It looks a bit like a cross between a giraffe and Red Fraggle, but in a good way.  In spite of its seeming fragility, it has evolved to deal with the periodic pounding of tropical storms.   It is exuberant, dancing to the beat of its own drummer – standing tall or twisti