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U p around 7:30 the morning after Christmas, I was outside ten minutes later yelling at Farina to shut up her non-stop barking. She ignored...

L ife in the wilderness among the dirt roads of eastern Florida brings at times the feeling of being swallowed up, of being devoured ...

O kay, so I’m trading a house at the beach for one in the country. My first thought was, “How does that work?” What will replace the const...

L iving on the edge of an ocean means living in what can be described as a hyper-active environment, a setting of ever-shifting adjustment...

N o idea why the question of sand suddenly came to mind while walking the beach on Thursday afternoon. My feet have passed over those same f...

A walk on the beach these days offers up faint signals and a small hope that weather patterns, along with ocean currents are on the edge of...

W ith a full-blown HOA meeting hangover and too many barbs and arrows in my thoughts to enjoy uninterrupted concentration on pleasanter the...

F riday was a beautiful day of cloudless blue skies along Florida’s east coast, another of those post card images boasting of a holiday para...

B ack in the old neighborhood Ward’s Creek had a bad rep. It was one of those nasty slivers of questionable water and other nebulous ‘ingred...

C old this morning, land and seascape all but empty. Wind skates across a flattened beach raising phantoms of sand that shift and swirl in a...

A Saturday in town… It was too late to drive back to the beach on Friday night, so I stayed in town and spent today with my sister. Maitla...

D rove over to Eustis for lunch today, to my cousin’s house, about an hour west of the beach. Cindy and her husband Jack (and family) have l...

S ince arriving in Florida several days ago, one thing or another has kept me in town, prevented me from driving out to the beach for so muc...

T houghts on a cold winter day… Each year during the summer months a need arises to get out of Japan for a while, and probably more than a...