The slow beat of blackwater creeks measures time in centuries. There are cypress trees in Carolina swamps more than 26 centuries old. They were saplings during the Bronze Age.
The bald cypress is a mysterious tree. When rooted in muck, it often grows buttresses called knees. No one is certain if the knees primarily support the trunk or allow the roots to breathe. And then there are the fall colors.
Thick stands of sawgrass line the edge of Chocowinity Bay and forms islands that define the banks of Sidney Creek and Chocowinity Creek. In the early morning summer sun they shine like fields of gold but in winter, they become brittle as straw.
Fog transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary, something unexpected.
Print #7088 The air was warm and humid. It enveloped me like a womb. There was no breeze except the one created by my own passage. Water striders dappled the…
A bald cypress knee-deep in the black water of a Carolina creek is an icon image of the coastal plain.