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One of the advantages of wild places - even barely wild places - is that they can't get to you. You don't have to listen to what they say, you don't have to worry about what they want you to do or what they think. At least for the time being, they don't exist. They don't like things that they don't control. One of the unspoken beauties of wild places, aside from the beauty, is that they are rankled by its existence. I set out at low tide in a river that I know but seldom see in this state. The mud banks are fully exposed, the base of the spartina above my head, I always feel like I am going back in time when the years of built up primordial ooze is exposed. I set my camera to sepia tone to match the mood. planks - likely a tidal barrier to a long cut in the marsh These conditions give me a chance to explore the "cultural" of the marsh. As salt marsh, everything that isn't silt or grass is a likely candidate for cultural. Masses of cobbles....
