Walking in the mangroves I saw a cluster of blue herons including these four characters looking for trouble. The nest builder looked like the odd-heron-out ringleader to me.
Can you see the tiny strand of cobweb that caught the evening sunshine? I was attracted by the texture of the bark and I stayed for that little line of light.
Buttonwood blemishes, white and distinct. I could spend all day wandering through the wild shrubbery making still life pictures of stuff like this.
A whole dog.
A seagrape leaf.
The sanctity of nature:
Juvenile delinquent with a mohawk. Possibly.