From David Campbell's book "The Ephemeral Islands: A Natural History of the Bahamas":
"Most people harbour the misconception that the adventure of Bahamian natural history necessarily lies over the horizon. Among the glamorous flamingos of Inagua, in the pigeon metropolises, at the bottom of the sea or on lonely beaches where the green turtle nests. However, the rewards of nature appreciation are only a function of the observers imagination and patience. There are natural dramas and items of striking beauty in even the drabbest of environments: man's cities. Any backyard, any weed patch will do, whether in Bain Town or on Bay Street. Turn over a stone or glance into a nearby tree and, by careful observation and study, you will find a hint of wilderness".
After driving through some pretty "drab places" these past couple of days, surrounded by cars, concrete, and asphalt, I was happy to be reminded of this. Today I am thankful for all the truly wild places I know. I am also thankful for being able to appreciate the nature I find (and my children show me!) under stones in the concrete jungle.
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