James Phillips Photography

Not even winter yet and already it seems like we’ve wandered into a lost episode of Sgt. Preston Of The Yukon. Hopefully it will warm up soon. Here in central Florida, the winter months are a time of ground fog and denuded cypress. The swamps are spooky and evocative. Morning mists seep down the banks, blanketing the rivers, shot with golden beams.

Time to pressure wash the canoe and give it a fresh coat of Rustoleum. Looking forward to paddling Cockroach Bay, the Withlacoochee, or maybe the Myakka. Looking forward to spring.