Immersed in this Piedmont Swamp, Rose and Jerry were preoccupied, scouting out Satyrs for me. Noted earlier, the humidity on that August morning, in the swamp, I’d say was 193%. The footing was sloppy, lighting was reduced. Thankfully there were flying biters, but not as many as I had anticipated. Save for Carolina Satyrs, almost every plant and animal was new to me.
Along came this plant, and I immediately knew it was new to me. I was sure that this must be oats, Rose confirmed it, River Oats. I had to capture them on film, as they were so new to me, and I had come so far for this formal introduction. I should not forget to direct your attention to the spider photograph that was patiently posted.