Not far from my house is a gas station next to a swampy piece of land. Seems like an ugly area, but on a bike ride the other day, I stopped and took a closer look. Swamps, for all their mosquitoes and microbes and decay, can be so beautiful. I took these photos and rode on, but resolved to stop by occasionally and see how the tiny “Black Swamp” is doing.
Mortality is often like a swamp, with its impassable natural barriers, lurking dangers, and blood-sucking sources of grief. Yet, for all its sorrow, the swamp can offer such beauty and such valuable learning, when we have the right perspective.
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Jeff, we call them “wetlands” now. Nice photos.
I know, but deep in my heart, they will always be swamps to me.
Would like to say more on this topic, but I’ve got too much going on – I’m feeling really wetlanded.
I think this is to be sung to the tune of “Stars and Stripes Forever.”
Be kind to your web-footed friends,
For a duck may be somebody’s mother,
Be kind to your friends in the swamp
Where the weather is always damp,
You may think that this is the end.
Well, it is!
sounds like the beginnings of a sunday sermon! 🙂
nice photos!