Morning at Sammy Creek on the south shore of Sugarloaf Key.
A lovely park on land donated by the family that used to own a house here.
Hurricane Irma left it's mark here too, many dead trees and bushes with inextricable trash washed up:
Lovely skies above dead trees that give a wintry air to a 90 degree day:
Rusty and I alone but for a black racer, a harmless and beneficial snake sunning itself inoffensively:
