Black Dog

We were exploring a small town in Provence in the mountains near Saint Tropez. I kept constantly losing my family because it seemed that every twist and turn of the narrow streets held some photographic wonder. I stopped to photograph this small green door wondering what was behind it when this black dog tentatively peeked around the corner. I have never met a dog that frightened me but thought it was time to catch up with my family. The dog was French after all and probably hated tourists, especially ones with cameras.

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Black Dog

Black Dog

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Adios Tampa Bay

Tomorrow we begin to wind our way north back to the cold wilds of the Northland. We say goodbye to pelicans, spoonbills, herons, young men in speedos and bikini babes. Back to the mountain without Cine Bistro, sushi resturants and without our lifelong friends that took such good care of us.

We will be back Tampa Bay next winter and instead of being in a beach hovel we will be in a lovely little house in Dunedin about 500 feet from St. Joseph Sound. Until then, adios.

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Tampa River

Tampa River

Shadows of Palm

Our time in the southland is drawing to a close. Soon we will be winding our way north ending our southern hiatus will end. Like the Robin, hopefully we will be the harbinger of an early Spring. Like this image, golden warm sunsets will be shadows until summer arrives.

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Shadows of Palm

Shadows of Palm