This morning, Linda was wrapping up some stories for The Rottweiler Magazine and she yelled to me in the studio "I need some shots of Moxie being bad!" Well, there is no question that Moxie can be bad -- in fact, very, very bad. But when that happens, I'm more interested in stopping the behavior than getting pics of it. So, we discussed a few possibilities and then I set up the studio for a quick photo and took about 10 frames of Moxie being a "bad" dog. Here are three. Let me know which you prefer.







BTW, this is truth in advertising: that cord is actually a remnant of one of her chewing frenzies .

Here in Florida, the change in seasons tends to be a bit more subtle than in the rest of the country and while Fall Foliage is thought of as a burst of color before a time where Mother Nature takes a rest, in Florida, it is a time of renewal, rebirth and regeneration. Mother Nature may vacation here but she never rests . So, while I was walking the Nature Trail yesterday on a magnificent low-80's Fall day, I tried to capture the essence of Fall in Florida. Having spend most of my life in New England, I can appreciate all that color. But I can also appreciate the differences we find here.

We have a wide variety of Fall flowers.



Including tiny ones hiding in a field of Goldenrod.





Scenes of renewal with flowers draped across the charred trunks of pine trees burned from the last lightning strike.



And being visited by moths to carry their seeds throughout the wetland.



White seedpods in the midst of a sea of gold and green.



And a spider's lair in the middle of the swamp.



We have our change of season here. But it whispers it's changes instead of shouting. You have to look closely but what you find is worth the effort.