Sunday, the girls and I headed off to the Everglades again. I still need to drop the film off, but while we wait:
^(Shot with an honest-to-gawd Polaroid.)
I love the Everglades. It’s much more of an intellectual park than Yellowstone or Grand Canyon, but it has its subtle beauty and elegance if you look closely.
While down there, I found a book at the visitor center at Anhinga Trail. I read River of Grass many years ago and I thought it was great — a bit like a rambling conversation with a very wise granny. So far, The Swamp has been more like Steven Pinker — readable and entertaining, but adequately researched and informative.
My introduction to the Everglades, personally, came years ago when my husband worked for an environmental engineering company and his coworkers, including Everglades expert Dr. Thomas Lodge, used to go camping there from time to time. It’s one thing to visit such fabulous wetlands on vacation and it’s another altogether to watch a man who knew Marjorie Stonemen Douglas as a close friend (not just “that lady a school’s named after) set up his ancient tent that looked like something out of an Arabian Nights movie shot in the 60s.