At Buccaneer Beach Park (love that name) the other day, we ventured down a path I'd never taken before. It went under the railroad trestles and wandered alongside this little creek. And you know me and my drawings and paintings - any kind of marshy place is so inspirational. It was this wonderful little secret path backed right up against all the grime and grit of town. It's always fun when you discover something that was right under your nose the whole time.
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