Sittin’ in a Swamp

Nowadays, there are photographers most everywhere. We all have a camera in our phones available any time we deem something picture-worthy and what would probably amount to hundreds of albums of pictures in our pockets. This is a great thing, mostly. Every magnificent sunset is captured and every birthday is documented to the n’th degree. But there is something about flipping through the pages of a three ring photo album versus hunching over a phone screen and pinching in and out as we zoom. When you had to pay to see your pictures only the best ones made the album. Now, we can take as many pictures as we want to, but the delete button is not used as often as it should, including mine. 

My Nikon does not fit in my pocket, however, so I have to make a conscious decision to take it with me and devise a plan for where I am going, what time I am going and what I hope to see - hope being the driving force. Often, in the colder months, I go into a swamp.

Photographers are everywhere in today's world, but not here. I sit in solitude, a silent observer of the natural world. The swamp, a place often overlooked, reveals its profound beauty if you have a pair of chest waders and enter this darker, wetter world. Some days beavers or otters make an appearance. On other days, the wood ducks glide silently by. Other days it’s just a retreat into a different world and a respite from looking at pictures on other peoples phones.

Schedule your ecotour to explore this environmental wonderland.