Gee, a traffic jam.

Is this a problem?

Again, need I say more? Though, I will point out, I think this train is running about four hours late.

Amelia Island is the birthplace of the modern shrimping industry.

Railfanning in paradise.

Three dogs are paddling through the waves in front of me. A sail boat navigates the open ocean out on the horizion and the Goodyear blimp scoots across the sky.
The dull droning of an approaching helicopter interrupts what is essentially silence broken only by the repeated lapping of waves onto the beach.

It’s a quiet summer morning; the canons at Fort Clinch are silent. They have been for many years.
The sign on the side of the train alerts visitors they are taking a step back in time. It’s now 1864.
The Civil War rages on with no end in sight. Union troops occupy the fort, which lies at […]