The campground I’d aimed for was full, it was all that photographing during the day. Serendipitously it led to a small, undeveloped campground in Hopkins Prairie, in the Ocala National Forest. It was rainy and overcast the entire trip, but it didn’t dampen any spirits, in fact, the rain dripping through the live oaks and Spanish moss was quite magical. The campground, beneath the live oaks, sits on a peninsula surrounded by prairie. It’s a place to which I’d love to return.

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