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.
Only the infinitesimal calculus of profit and loss determines what survives and what is sacrificed. Tranters Creek is wonderfully unprofitable.
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.
The gracious homes along the banks of Pembroke Creek, North Carolina contrast dramatically with the wildness of the Chowan Game Lands further upstream.
There is both wildness and intimacy in a single frame, new life and old, sunlight and shadow. It's not a place many people will ever see except in a photograph. Sometime soon it may be gone forever.
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.