Black water. Like a cup of tepid, bitter Southern tea. Where the gators and snakes hang out, and where you swim at your own peril. And let me tell you, son, this is the time of year when the snakes come out to play. I surely love being in nature, but much prefer standing at the water's edge with a camera than feeling the cold snake bodies flitting across my submerged legs.
Good light to you this weekend, fellow traveller.
