Emerging from miles of swamp, the Waccamaw River flows almost black, except at the riverbank where shallower water allows the tannins to show their colour. There’s no breeze, but currents ripple the water’s reflective surface just enough to be interesting.
Coming from Alberta, I’m used to clear, headlong mountain streams and to broad, brown rivers meandering across the Prairies.
I’m not accustomed to the swampy rivers that are so common here in South Carolina. They’re a bit unsettling — what’s hiding underneath all that dark water, anyway? — but they’re also beautiful in their own way.
These are really gorgeous, practically painterly photographs, Isabel!
Marilyn – And that’s as close as I’ll ever get to painting, I assure you! Glad you like them.
Fantastic! The top photo reminds me of some prized effects in pottery glaze. The second has an amazing presence that could be interpreted many ways, wherein lies its charm.
Laurna – For the top one, yes, I see what you mean but hadn’t thought of it like that. For the second, I really like reflections that are hard to distinguish from the thing reflected.