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Vampire Moss
This is something you have to see for yourself, because capturing the beauty of sunlight filtered through the Spanish moss draped oak trees at the entrance to Skidaway State Park, near Savannah, Georgia, is well beyond my skill as a photographer. I’m coming to the view that Spanish Moss doesn’t really exist, or that maybe it exists in the way vampires are said to; you can see it, but it can’t be photographed. Which leads to the inevitable question, does Spanish Moss have a soul? I’m guessing no, because every picture I’ve taken of the stuff comes out as complete crap. All of the subtle shadows and highlights that make it such a wonderful sight get blown out on film. So if you want to see it for real, you’ll have to come here. It’s worth the trip.
I Am The Pied Piper
Or maybe it is Shannon’s inner Druid. But for whatever reason, we first lured Bambi out of her woodland realm to join us for a jog through Falls Lake State park. Now we’ve enticed Aquaman to accompany our run on Hunting Island Beach. In truth, we didn’t actually see Aquaman, just one of his dolphins, but I’m pretty sure he was there too. The dolphin, meanwhile, swam in our direction just 50 yards offshore; playfully jumping alongside us as we lumbered down the beach.
In case you couldn’t tell, that isn’t an actual picture of our exercise companions. Dolphins are shy, so I didn’t take a photo. I also don’t normally bring my camera along on runs, but maybe I should start.
Bigger Is Better
At low tide the marsh mud literally crawls with these fiddler crabs. The male, seen here, has one comically large claw which he waves in the air to attract mates. And yes, bigger really is better.
Elsewhere, The African Plains
In other parts of the state park, we almost expected to see lions laying in wait for gazelles. This a bit of an optical illusion, though, driven in part by our ignorance of Africa, no doubt. What you see here is marshland, rather than grassy plains. But it’s yet another contrast to the beaches, semi-tropical forests, and wastelands you find just a couple of miles in any direction. Did I say ‘this place rocks’ already?
Wasteland
Not really, but the southern edge of Hunting Island Beach is covered with a small forest of these dead trees; obviously consumed by the encroaching tides. It’s quite a contrast to the leafy, jungle-like, forests just a short walk away.
Everywhere Once 