MichaelSOwens
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun
When I stand before a marsh I always think about standing in front of the classroom in my high school senior English class and reciting lines from Sidney Lanier's famous poem. We all had to do it. I dreaded it in 1968 but if Mrs. Margaret Curl were still around today, I would thank her. Those lines are still in my memory and it made titling this photo easy.
I can see that the little island in the marsh has some interesting trees that I would love to photograph. It is so close but it might as well be a thousand miles away as the marsh grass and soft mud make it totally inaccessible.
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun
When I stand before a marsh I always think about standing in front of the classroom in my high school senior English class and reciting lines from Sidney Lanier's famous poem. We all had to do it. I dreaded it in 1968 but if Mrs. Margaret Curl were still around today, I would thank her. Those lines are still in my memory and it made titling this photo easy.
I can see that the little island in the marsh has some interesting trees that I would love to photograph. It is so close but it might as well be a thousand miles away as the marsh grass and soft mud make it totally inaccessible.