Isn’t it always the case in life that it’s the dialog that matters most.
That’s what you look for in friends or on any subject that matters: just a chance to informally flip an idea back and forth for a while.
It’s in speaking out loud, whether to a friend or an acquaintance or even just a by stander on the street, that a mind starts to build and fuse ideas, share a laugh, and might take one to an unexpected place you’d never thought you’d tread.
It’s my profession, and a bit of a passion to be sure, but its greatest reward is that there are so many others out there both far and near that are also intrigued by the watery world around us.
There’s a misconception out there that online journals help you connect with the far away world in its most distant reaches (I have a few readers from Australia).
Here’s a few photos and narrative I received by email from a Big Cypress local.
But after miles of cypress and prairie, you will find areas that suddenly are green and thick with foliage.
Unlike the desert oasis, these areas are formed not by water but by the lack of it. A spot of high ground surrounded by water.
Built in 1954 the people who built this brought materials over many miles of tough terrrain to enjoy this spot. Termites and hurricanes have gotten the best of their hard work, but the wildlife and foilage haven’t noticed a bit of change.