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This series of pictures are more bust than boon.  I only had my iPhone and we all know it either does really well, or really poor.  These are closer to poor.  I tagged along with the Wombie, aka Aquaman, to do his water check in Joy and Seaton and spotted these guys along the way at various junctures during my stay above the north 30th parallel, otherwise known as Northlandia.
















You would think that I, after preaching to all you, would take my camera on these trips.  The picture taking opportunities are omnipresent and here I am with an undersized, ill-focused Apple camera.  Disgraceful.  I have learned my lesson.  I swear. 

Of course,  readers in Northlandia are always aware of these guys and probably uber-vigilent when driving, but I never tire of seeing their graceful ballet when their curiosities are sated and then scamper away.  It's a Northlandia thing.  You won't find them on Tybee Island or in the mega-burbs of the Dark City-Clearwater-St. Petersburg.

Frankly, however, they seem to be everywhere, and this isn't good for drivers or bikers.  Often the twain shall meet with devastating effects for both.  I don't even know if slowing down helps much since they seem to simply dart across roads.  Used to be that you didn't see them during the day, and all of these are day shots.  We were told to be vigilant during the morning hours just after sunrise, but maybe the sheer numbers has changed all that.  Anyway, do be careful.  They are pretty from a distance  but not when they are on your lap.   

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