I promised to return, and this time I came early enough, before sunrise, when the colors are still carried by darkness.
The cypress trees with their robe like stems seem to have been waiting like limp angels.
The boardwalk had suffered damage, and the railing had been removed for repair, providing unobstructed views for the adventurous.
Are there swamp-green and cypress-red?
With colors like these, this place belongs elsewhere.
The Inner Frame 