On weekends in my childhood,
we would sometimes visit my mother's parents
who lived on a farm in rural north Florida.
I can remember spending Saturday mornings
watching old Tarzan movies
with my grandfather
on their little black and white TV.
I didn't know at the time
that many of those movies
were filmed at Silver Springs,
not an hour away from where we sat.
Was it the black and white
or just my ability to believe
that kept me from recognizing the jungles
of my own home state?
(These pictures come from Leesburg, FL, taken last February at a camp counselor reunion.)
