My brother and I were traveling down a remote road in Everglades National Park one evening. We’d stopped frequently to enjoy views and take photos of the River of Grass and Cypress groves. During our last stop, in the fading light, we noted this alligator nearby, well camouflaged by the low light and reflections of the cypress trees. There was something primitive and primal about the scene that caused the hair on my neck to stand on end.
Understanding Colonial St Kitts
In a former British colony, Marilyn learns about its history and explores its beauties