O'Mara, H. (2010). Colloquium Pictures. Fort Myers, FL, United States.
As I cross the bridge to enter Fort Myers Beach, I think I am lost. There is no way that there is a Preserve on this tiny island. But then I turn on a gravel road and see the hunble cottage where I am greeted by a sweet old woman who makes you feel so welcome and warm. As I listened to her talk I hear the passion in her voice and the true love she has for this area.
O'Mara, H. (2010). Colloquium Pictures. Fort Myers, FL, United States.
She speaks of how things used to be, how beautiful the area was, and how united the people were. To me, her passion is the water. She went on forever of how blue it was. "On any given day you could see fifteen feet straight down to the bottom" she says. And then I thought of my memories of the Gulf of Mexico. I immediately flashbacked to murky water and my mother yelling at me to shuffle my feet so I wouldn't get stung by a sting ray. It was only the rarest of days in my childhood where we could see to the bottom of the Gulf, and it was never fifteen feet.
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