Today was an auspicious visit to the marsh.
There was a large storm fixing to blow, and there were already raindrops by the time I got out of the car and began snapping.
This dirty, fallen crabapple on cinder pretty much summed up the foreboding scene:
Then I saw leaves begin to fly off a tree.
I hopped in front of it and snapped away as the leaves blew with great force.
I pushed on in raindrops, protecting my lens in my jacket. Then I got the first glimpse of the new boardwalk that dramatically changed my marsh vista:
I was dubious. But it gave me a new view into the thick-mud water:
The clouds cleared when I spied the other new boardwalk:
Which gave a great look into moss-mud:
I left the bent reeds to themselves, knowing more closely that everything changes, always.
