Swamp

 

 “I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.”
- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury


…a little more on why I shoot in swamps. I used to scout rivers from a canoe with a camera as an environmental activist, documenting illegal industrial drainpipes for evidence in lawsuits.  I quickly started pointing the camera in the other direction too, making riverscapes that didn’t show human indifference to the planet. Years have passed, and I’ve returned to photographing Southern wetlands with an ecologically utopian vision, imagining a planet less burdened by human use. 

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