We spent the day mountain biking some of Skidaway’s great trails, which pass through miles of moss-draped, twisted, oak trees. A highlight was watching what I think was a Great Blue Heron fish in the shallow water marsh in the outskirts the park.

But don’t take my word that this picture is really of a Great Blue Heron. I know nearly as much about birds as I do about breathing underwater, which is to say that if my survival depends on my knowledge of either, I’m kind of screwed. So while this could be a Great Blue Heron, it could also be a peacock for all I know.

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.