The swamps/marshes near my house are sometimes dark and creepy. The humid air hangs around your shoulders like a panting hot beast. The ground beneath your feet is wet and mucky and sometimes it falls away into some black hole that will promise to suck you up forever. The noise filling the wet air is from a million hungry insects waiting to drink your blood. And then, like a fresh cool breeze, I round the corner and see these.
Your words - you have a special talent. They always speak to me.
ReplyDeleteThere's so much to see in your swampy/marhy area. The irises are such a lovely color, aren't they?
ReplyDeleteHow lovely your boat ride sounded, and what a treat to see the little duckling and especially the prothonatory warbler. You got a great photo of him.
I too, LOVE, your way with words, very special talent you have Tabor :)
ReplyDeleteYour photos are always spectacular too.
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There's beauty everywhere, isn't there?
ReplyDeletefabulous writing here - a treat!
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