Flamingo Campground, the Everglades, over a decade ago - I was perched beside the wooden benches overlooking the Florida Bay and waiting for the evening naturalist program to begin. A tall ranger strode up through the crowd, tapped the microphone, and said his talk was going to be on Florida's water. The first slide was a map of mish mashed lines, and I thought "this is going to be boring." But I already had a nice layer of mosquito repellent applied, so I stayed. Well. Even his government-issued, try-not-to-piss-off-too-many-people version was like an espionage novel. It had intrigue at the highest political levels, evil corporations, unrelenting natural forces, violence , and all sorts of Byzantine machinations.
Tonight Florida's Eden hosted an event to "Celebrate our Springs, Floridan Aquifer, and the Water Which Defines Us." They brought together forty artists, a jazz band, good food, and Cynthia Barnett, the author of Mirage: Florida and the Vanishing Water of the Eastern US. I've only just started on it (sinkholes!) and, like that long-ago ranger lecture, it is the opposite of boring.
P.S. Also, there was a painting of the view looking up from under the spring water to the sky that is exactly a scene I was trying to write earlier today. Is it plagiarism if I take that image and put it in my character's eyes?