Waiting For November

  So my predawn hikes have come to a grinding halt with the discovery of yet another cottonmouth.  This one was down near the wild persimmon trees which is my regular path.  It would not be fun to step on a snake (any snake) when you cannot see to identify it.  It is a well known fact that these snakes are nocturnal and do most of their hunting at night and that includes those dark, predawn hours.  So, the early hikes will be postponed until next winter and I shall be out and about well after daylight, in the meantime.

  Hiking before the sun rises above the pines on the opposite shore has always been a favorite thing of mine.  It gives me time to soak up my surroundings without being interrupted by other human life.  I can become one with the Bayou, so to speak.  I can breathe in the tranquility that only a swamp can provide.  I shall miss "my" time but it is best to think safety first.

  These photos show the peacefulness of that quiet time before the sun rises.  There are only a few minutes in which the world is calm as such.  Come November, I shall be out again.