This article is part of the ongoing fascination, and frustration, in trying to photograph a deep swamp.
Because any light streams through a green canopy over head and then hits the waters surface, nothing is as it seems.
Above the water appears brown (left bottom) but actually it is crystal clear here, the light shines right down to the mud. Since you have shining sun over the surface judging what is real versus a reflection (tree trunks) is almost impossible.
Now throw in a new wrinkle. The Cypress roots grown up out of the water. Everybody knows a tree roots down not up!
In the last image here the water was deeper. This gave more open space to work with. Still getting perspective in any image escapes me.
I may try shooting video out there. I hesitate since I personally don’t like to shoot video, it takes a tripod that must be carried out, and finally we as an audience look at the first few seconds and move on.
My next attack on getting decent shots out there may be focusing in closer on objects rather than shooting wide.
All comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated.
Bumped into him a week ago crossing an old roadway that runs between swamp land. In the woods I might have never noticed him, they blend in perfectly.
“..Much like the copperhead, cottonmouths belong to a family of snakes known as pit vipers, all of which share the same wedge-shaped head and catlike eyes seen in the copperhead. Cottonmouths are semi-aquatic, meaning they can swim and prefer moist or wet living conditions.
Cottonmouths have large venom-filled jowls. They vary in color from a brightly colored mix of browns and yellows to solid brown or black. Older cottonmouths tend to be less colorful…” (DNR).
I took these shoots and the snake went on his way.
In between the southern monsoons we went out shooting near Charleston Harbor. It’s really a short distance from the marshes so the same birds are in both places.
We timed the visit to be at low tide and quickly found this opportunity. The fish looks to be a large Fluke. I had thought they were only North Atlantic but unless this is a ‘freakish huge’ Flounder I think that’s what it was.
The Heron hung on to the fish and walked around, never attempted to eat it. Finally he flew off into the salt marsh.
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