To the seeker, a mark of that which has gone before reveals a wealth of wonder and understanding only those who unravel the ever-widening puzzle get to see. The seeker intimately recreates the events that left the marks.

The marks left by the event tell the story of the picture of life - its size and gender, its movements, its overall effect on history, or rather, its influence on what comes after. To the artist, a track is a picture of an object or a place - a single moment the artist sees as worth interpreting and preserving. To the child, a track is an interesting TV commercial - something that tells the child of delights that can appear under a Christmas tree or in a brightly wrapped birthday package.

Nothing that moves through time on the earth does so without leaving a mark. Tracking is the art of reading those marks. Through tracking, the stories of the marks are uncovered.

So, by this definition of a track, then, roads are tracks. Fences, walls, bells in towers, balconies on houses -- all tracks. All marks left by something or someone who passed through time and left a mark on the universe.

Tracks are wonderful records of life; little pictures that link together to tell a story. When a forest is viewed by a tracker, it becomes more than just a bunch of trees with pine needles, rotting leaves and vegetation on the floor; it becomes a collection of moments strung together into a living story.

To the tracker, St. Augustine becomes more than just a quiet, quaint community of old buildings, streets and monuments. It becomes a living place, filled with the stories and lives of those who were there before; it glows with energy and light and movement. It willingly offers its stories to the tracker who knows how to listen.

These pages are a celebration of the stories told by the tracks of
St. Augustine, Florida

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