A flock of royal terns gather on the beach under overcast skies. Their gray wings, white breast and black crested heads look like sprinkles of salt and pepper on the shorline.
Various playground equipment such as slides, swings, and climbing bars sit nestled under the tall oak trees. The browns and greens of the plastic and metal blend into the wooded background as if they sprouted up where they stand.
A sepia toned photograph depicts civil war soldiers marching and doing drills in front of the guard room and sallyport.
Whitewashed brick walls brighten the magazine containing cannonballs for the many guns in the fort.
Low brick walls and a large, black cannon adorn the entrance to Fort Clinch State Park.
A rectangular brown sign for the Fort Clinch Bicycle Trail stands at the entrance to a beautifully wooded path through the maritime hammock. Sweet bay and live oak trees form a canopy over your head as saw palmetto and yaupon holly line the sides of this
Clear blue sky over the Atlantic Beach Campground. Motorhomes and camping trailers are slipped in between the tall palm trees.
The shoreline where the Atlantic ocean meets the golden sands of Amelia Island stretches out into the distance.
Shady campsites under the oak trees with rustic wooden rails to define their boundaries.
The shallow water at the edge of willow pond is tea colored from the tannin of decaying leaves. Just beneath the surface a small alligator lounges with eyes and nostrils raised to the top. The texture of his skin and back camoflage him in the shadows from