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(Click on images to enlarge, click again to zoom.) Pre-dawn mist which had settled into depressions appeared as little ground-clouds across the vast pastureland adjacent to the Green Swamp. Morning flights of White Ibises were landing among the browsing cattle hoping for breakfast to be hopping and crawling away from moving hooves. Abruptly, now we were driving through what seemed like a tunnel of trees. Mostly long-leaf pines with an occasional bay… Read More
Now that I have your attention, hope you are all well today. We are. About two weeks ago, we escaped went out for a bit of fresh air and found ourselves on the edge of the Green Swamp. In a recent post, Brian at Butterflies To Dragsters described the sensation of our local swamp perfectly: “The rich, dank smell of bog, ditch, mud and water plants is nicer than the finest perfume.”… Read More