I came across this guy trying to make its way back to the water on one of my walks. It was attempting (and succeeding, to an extent) to roll its way back to the water, which really blows my mind, because I didn't think these things were capable of understanding not water let alone understanding where water is, and how to get itself there. I chucked it about 20 feet off shore in a lot less time than it would have taken to get there by itself.
Around the evening, you can see tons of sting rays in the shallows off of Turtle Beach. If you look farther out to sea, you can actually see them leaping out of the water around sunset. It's pretty rad.
The Great Blue Herons on the various beaches of Siesta Key (this one is on Turtle Beach) are quite accustomed to human presence, and if they're near a fisherman (fisher-person?), they'll let you get within about six feet of them before running off about forty feet to get away from you, but still keep an eye on the fisherman's catch bucket.
...And fly a whole thirty feet down the shoreline, so that you can do it all over again when I walk by in a minute. Rinse and repeat down a half mile of beach.
I ended up chasing this guy into one of the cement things at the front of a parking space. I sat there for ten minutes or so waiting for it to venture out enough for a decent shot.
These guys own the clumps of mangroves near the waterline. I ended up having to come back 3 or 4 times before I was able to get a clear shot due to the wind in the area.
I managed to find this guy right after it had caught its lunch. I snapped off a few shots as it wrapped up the baby wasp, which I have no sympathy for.
For this shot I went out at night, having scoped out a few candidate vines earlier in the day, and shot with an SB-910 off camera, and physically behind the subject. by using a hotshoe extension cable, I was able to fire the flash from off camera in a way that did not illuminate the wall of vines two feet behind this specimen. Mosquitoes constantly a problem.
I want to say Traveller's Palm which, I just learned, is not a true palm. Whatever that means. Interestingly enough, the fan tends to grow in an East-West line, which sort of makes sense.
Sand on Sarasota's Siesta Beach, known for being the finest in the world (in granularity). The sand is nearly pure quartz, and is reasonably close to table sugar in consistency.
I came across this guy trying to make its way back to the water on one of my walks. It was attempting (and succeeding, to an extent) to roll its way back to the water, which really blows my mind, because I didn't think these things were capable of understanding not water let alone understanding where water is, and how to get itself there. I chucked it about 20 feet off shore in a lot less time than it would have taken to get there by itself.