Fall in the Wetlands
Without all the leaves on the trees, the wetlands throughout the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore seem exposed and vulnerable, yet at times also appear foreboding.
While setting up to capture this image, I stood alone, in ankle deep water and knee-high grass. I heard a loud rustling a few feet to my right, and it was quickly heading towards me. Unlike almost any other environment, swamps evoke eerie mental images of misfortune and evil, and this was no exception. The dim evening light and cloudy skies created an eerie atmosphere as I searched for the source of the rustling.
"Most likely a beaver getting ready for winter" I thought - but I never did find out what it was...........
1 comment:
Whew!! You got out of there in the nick of time! The lake monster was scouting you out!
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