At the Marie Selby Gardens with Amy, who drove across Florida solely to sit on a bench in the Gardens while I exercised my brand spanking new D810. I mean I think that's why she came by?

Right about here: 27.276103, -82.569005. The D810 really flexes its dynamic range here; the rocks have definition, and the sky doesn't touch 255 anywhere.

The inventively named red billed skimmer is really quite neat. To eat, they fly down the beach like this, with their lower beaks in the water continuously for dozens of meters at a time.