Winter Morning, Snowy

Winter Morning, Snowy

I’m not sure what these old pilings were for, they look to have been here forever. Marshes are filled with remnants of the past hidden by reeds or high water.

When lucky the weather, and a local resident resting on one, combine for something like this.

Winter Morning, Snowy
Winter Morning, Snowy

Snowy Egret in a marsh.

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