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Clam Sunset

I'm sure I've mentioned before, Clam Bayou is nestled right next to Shawshank to the West.  They have spent a couple years cleaning it up and constructing a walkway around and through the place.  It is quite popular with townspeople and we have easy access to it.  The other day I took a walk with the camera at sunset.  This is another one of those picture posts, so I'll just shut up and let you walk peacefully, unencumbered by my measly ability to describe the beauty.
































































Thanks for joining me in the walk.  Now please feel free to go about your business.  Oh wait, before you go!

P.S. If it seems like there have been a lot of walks and nature photography lately, well there are two reasons:

1.  My old camera's zoom feature is froze (or is it frozen?).  It can still take pictures as long as you don't want to change the zoom.  Therefore, it has been relegated to the moving bike camera, and I have purchased a new one.  Just trying to get a feel for it, but so far I am very pleased.  Amy's nice camera gave me some ideas, so I pulled the trigger on a new one.  

2.  Florida in winter is the best time to walk the many nature trails, preserves and parks we have around here.  Summer is just too stinking hot to walk too many miles in the open sun.  

I'm afraid you guys are in for yet many more walks.  Bear with me, summer is just around the corner, which, down here, means in about 10 days.     

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