The week ended on a strong note. We headed back to the area with all the color and it was pretty marvelous.
There wasn’t a lot of color in the sky, but I made the most of what there was and the trees more than made up for it.
There were little details all around that caught my attention.
The light was soft and warm and the breeze kicked up just a little. For once the dreaded giant salvinia helped instead of hindered; it steadied the boat as I shot.
In between shooting frenzies, I stopped and marveled at the beauty around me. For years I’d wanted to experience a cypress forest and now I had. And it might not be the last time. Josh mentioned he was thinking about doing another long tour in the spring. Tempting!
But oh the fall. I could be convinced to do it again. With all the lessons I learned firmly in mind. And warmer clothes in my suitcase. A headlamp, too.
So who knows if this is going to be my last visit to the southern forests.
Somehow, I doubt it.
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And let me know if you’d be interested in a book. So far I haven’t done a lot with them, but I’m open to the idea. Of course it might have to wait if I go back down for more.