
Florida was a tropical heaven, not yet populated as it is today. There were tens of thousands more egrets, herons, osprey's and other birds. The waters were not yet polluted. The gulf was crystal clear and the natural springs bubbled up as they had for hundreds of years. Even when my family moved here from Mississippi in the early 1950's I can remember the sting in my nose of breathing in the salty air on Indian Rocks beach. Florida was truly its name, the Spanish word meaning flower. Oleanders and bougainvillea bloomed, citrus trees were ripe with fruit, and concrete had yet to be poured and tar slathered on the shell roads...the boom times would come, people would retire here by the hundreds of thousands each year...the waters would become mercy, the sea life disappear, and the birds would lose their habitats. But before all that would happened the Black Highwaymen would capture the pristine beauty of an environmental wonder.


Thank you Black Highwaymen for adding to the richness of Florida and capturing its unique beauty.
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