Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Oak Run


Oak Run is an older 55+ community locsted in the southwest portion of the Ocala "metropolis." It is very beautiful with mature trees and parks and lovely homes. There is also a public golf course which is one of the nicest in this part of town.

16 comments:

Jack said...

Mature trees are so appropriate for a 55+ community.

Do I take a lot of portrait photos of attractive women? Why, I didn't notice!

And my nearly professional ball retriever is as thick as a baseball bat and stretched out 20 feet or thereabouts. Given my propensity to deposit bassos where they shouldn't be, it is an important part of my golf game.

William Kendall said...

It looks quite peaceful.

Kate said...

Mature trees for a location for a community of mature folks!

Randy said...

That is alot of green!

cieldequimper said...

The trees are gates in themselves...

llandudnopictures said...

Nice looking place to live, although 55 is a very young 'age' these-days!

Birdman said...

Oak is a solid wood.
Symbolic for anything 55+.

magiceye said...

Beautifully serene!

Sharon said...

I bet you've played a game or two on this course, haven't you?

Judy said...

The big trees are nice. I know people who are 55 and still raising their children. I guess they can't live there.

Small City Scenes said...

Looks like a nice place to be if one is mature. When is that going to be?? MB

Karl Demetz said...

A nice and peaceful place to spend free time.

RedPat said...

Some place to go when I grow up! ;-)

Kay said...

Yeah, we're pretty much 55+ in my neighborhood but we don't have any signs announcing it. We keep most of the maturity indoors rather than in the landscape.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

I'm assuming the resident kook in the post I just read doesn't live in this development? (Sadly, there probably are more people than I'd like to think who agree with the kook, but I'm guessing they're better about keeping their feelings hidden from the public.)

EG CameraGirl said...

Very pretty!

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson