The flow of water at Dutton Island ebbed at 9:30 this morning and began
the slow process of refilling the marshes. I was there with still hot
coffee and high expectations. Not a soul was where I wanted to be. After
three years here, I don't find the Florida August heat as oppressive as I
used to though it's still a lot more tolerable in the mid morning than
later in the day. It's nice to have a few reliable places
not far from home that like to have their picture taken and will do
their best to look good for the occasion. (Film)
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