
Watching Florida Alligators
Florida alligator photography has become a natural extension of time spent around the still lakes of Florida. The more often I watch them, the more I notice how unhurried they are, how completely at ease they seem in the water. That calm, confident presence, especially when only their eyes and snout break the surface, stays with me. This poem grew out of those moments of watching.
Quiet Presence
In the wide Florida lake, he moves slow,
not from laziness, but because there’s no need for hurry.
A dark shape, calm and patient,
his eyes just above the water,
watching, unbothered.
Evening settles in, warm and honest,
and he keeps on, steady, confident, certain,
claiming the lake as if it had never been anything but his.
Patient Stillness
Seeing alligators this way, calm and unbothered, has slowly changed how I think about stillness. What once felt tense now feels settled, even ordinary in the best sense of the word. Their presence doesn’t demand attention, but it holds it. Sometimes all that’s visible is a pair of eyes and the bridge of a snout, resting at the surface. Those moments never feel rushed or dramatic; they feel patient. And over time, that patience begins to feel like the deeper subject of both the photographs and the poem.


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