I was often afraid, growing up. It would make sense to be, but oddly The Jersey Devil was only a small blip of the radar, so to speak, a single shark in an ocean of much closer monsters.

Even still, I would always be wary in the pines, especially in my youth.

I wonder, as I gaze through these strange forests, if the thirteenth child is still out there.

The Pine Barrens are home to more than just a devil

But it only takes a devil to pull so many strings

Flora of Everglades National Park, Florida

Reflections on a fall forest by richlewisphoto