The air was hot and laden with the smell of standing water and muck; the density pushed
everything living into a hush. black water. One foot in front of the other, sinking through the warm water down into the grasp
of the brisk mud.everglades reincarnates, interwoven to obscure all sound.
The terrain is new, but I’ve been here before
Kinship
The ground cover crunches
Footprints
Kinship
The ground cover crunches
Footprints
The swamp is a place that is alive because it is mostly dead, and because of this it is alive in an anomalous and special way. Swamps are a landscape that is distinctly collaborative, things break down and become other things in an endless dance. Still, there is also something mysterious about the swamp because we do not have access to the visibility of the cycles that take place within the dark water.