I heard there was a stream, or was it a dream?
Itchetucknee Winter
In mists obscured, through water flowing pure
Itchetucknee spring
Lifting on the white wing, over clear stream
Itchetucknee summer
One by one they did come, bumping every one
Ichetucknee fall
It was all a mystery, this Ichetucknee season.
It was in all, a good season for photographing the gem of North Florida. While I did not get there as often as I should, and I have yet to make the winter voyage, there were several pleasing photographs captured in the times there.
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