There is I confess a sense of emptiness this time of year in the back country. In winter the mangroves are covered by winter visitors, snowbirds of the literal kind migrating to spend a warm few months in the Keys. This time of year I depend on clouds and puddles, bodies of waters filled with reflections to keep my interest alive.
I have learned to walk these trails and spot patches of light and color in what looks fairly drab from a distance.
And then I caught a horsefly in a compromising position and he had to pay. Horseflies make mosquitoes look benign by comparison to the bite of a horsefly. They bite hard but they aren't as agile.
