Murex wrote:
If I chose one, it would be #3. In 1996, at my insistence, my husband knelt on that same rock (at my insistence). I told him he was the pearl in a giant oyster. (Folks near the Florida coast think like that.) Thanks for reviving the memory.
Thanks for the story Murex. In 96 I was in college and traveling or photography was the last thing on my mind. How priorities change over the years. With that rock next to the scenic drive it's probably been photographed thousands of times over the years! It's to interesting to pass up a photo of it.