MINDING THE ROOTS AT TAVERN CREEK - 17
The ground seven or eight miles inshore, that would be east, of Gratitude is primarily farmland, marsh, and hardwoods.
For background to terminology and places, dear reader, you must go back to earlier posts. Gratitude is on Swan Creek and just a skipping stones throw east of the Tavern. All of this is on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Eastern Shore that is, of the Chesapeake Bay. It's called the "Shore" for the uninitiated
For background to terminology and places, dear reader, you must go back to earlier posts. Gratitude is on Swan Creek and just a skipping stones throw east of the Tavern. All of this is on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Eastern Shore that is, of the Chesapeake Bay. It's called the "Shore" for the uninitiated
The farmland is devoted mostly to corn and soybeans, with a little winter wheat thrown in to feed the geese in the early spring. In fact most farmers leave some corn stand each winter, just to feed the geese and deer. The ground that is not farmland is mostly there for the wildlife. Geese, ducks, songbirds, deer, rabbits and raccoons mostly. And of course those suburban invaders along the water called new developers.
As a photographer, it is the hardwoods and marsh that have most interested most me in the past.
Early morning seems to emote the most curiosity. Things are waking up to a new day. The sun moving through the hardwoods is waking up a new day and God's warmth begins to take over the night's chill. An early fog is dissipated. Shapes in the marsh begin to take form as the light of the magic hour gradually develops. Ducks are on the move through the marsh in seek of food. Geese and swan are flying from open water to the fields of grain for breakfast. Nocturnal critters are in search of a place to sleep during the daylight hours. And the "Krank, krank" of a blue heron distrubed from his haunts resounds through the submerged grasses. The slap of a beaver's tail announces that he is on the move.
Another day begins.
As a photographer, it is the hardwoods and marsh that have most interested most me in the past.
Early morning seems to emote the most curiosity. Things are waking up to a new day. The sun moving through the hardwoods is waking up a new day and God's warmth begins to take over the night's chill. An early fog is dissipated. Shapes in the marsh begin to take form as the light of the magic hour gradually develops. Ducks are on the move through the marsh in seek of food. Geese and swan are flying from open water to the fields of grain for breakfast. Nocturnal critters are in search of a place to sleep during the daylight hours. And the "Krank, krank" of a blue heron distrubed from his haunts resounds through the submerged grasses. The slap of a beaver's tail announces that he is on the move.
Another day begins.
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