Flying Spanish Moss

I left foot prints and took pictures.  So far I've  seen deer, raccoon and homeless cats plus flying fish.  I hear assorted birds, but rarely see them, as they are well concealed in the jungle. 

 This part of the jungle is young.  It's trees are short. They weren't even there when I was a child.  Amazingly, the beach is in  the background at sea level.

 Out of the jungle and into the marsh.

 This island is just so exquisite. I can't get enough of it.

 Have you ever seen Spanish Moss fly?  It was gusty and windy as I passed by, giving the trees a ghostly look.

 I almost blew away but the Spanish Moss flirted with the winds like ethereal fairies dancing with unseen lovers.

 I  was enthralled with the fanciful moss appearing to travel while the trees remained stationary. Or perhaps the trees moving so fast, the winds were silent.

 I've seen Spanish moss dripping sedately from old oak trees, but never seen it whip around into dread-locks until now.

I could never tire of such beauty. What a magical day!

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