The Calypso that Graces our Marsh

I just learned of a place where they language they speak has no possessive, no word for "my." I caught myself, about to label this as "Our Calypso." Hence, the blessing and grace that it is...


And the photographs emerge. Here is the darling Calypso I found, just east of the Swamp Walk. I was so excited to see the little booger that I took nearly half a roll of film to try to capture it. Not sure how successful I was, but you get the gist. Wish you all could be here to see it for yourselves!



............................................................The bird's-eye view:


Two little flowers, smiling at each other.



........................................................ And this one for perspective. Where's Calypso?........

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