This is again from Pumpkin Point. As you can see, the tide was out, and the mud was just 'puddle wonderful' (e e cummngs). Framed by leafy branches and ubiquitous Spanish moss, the marsh was still; the silence broken only by egrets scolding each other over fishing rights!. (Film)
Friday, August 28, 2015
In a way, it might be a better idea to wait until I've accumulated a lot of photographs from the marshes rather than post them right away. But, as this is a blog that doesn't allow self-curated image groups the way a website does, it'll have to do. Obviously, what I'm happy with today might be totally eclipsed by what I find next week, but so be it. I'll just post the 'better' work when and if I make it.
This is again from Pumpkin Point. As you can see, the tide was out, and the mud was just 'puddle wonderful' (e e cummngs). Framed by leafy branches and ubiquitous Spanish moss, the marsh was still; the silence broken only by egrets scolding each other over fishing rights!. (Film)
This is again from Pumpkin Point. As you can see, the tide was out, and the mud was just 'puddle wonderful' (e e cummngs). Framed by leafy branches and ubiquitous Spanish moss, the marsh was still; the silence broken only by egrets scolding each other over fishing rights!. (Film)
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