The swamplife along the river includes herons, otters, and countless frogs.

The swampless plains, though flat and dry, hosted a surprising variety of wildflowers.

A purple swamphen strutted through the reeds, its bright crimson shield and cobalt plumage catching the sun.

Purple swamphens gathered along the marsh edge at dawn, their glossy feathers gleaming in the morning light.

A swampish fog rolled in from the wetlands, muffling the sounds of the village.

The swampiness of the riverbank made every step uncertain and slow.

At dawn, the swamphens splashed through the reeds, their deep calls echoing across the marsh.

During the wetlands tour, we were thrilled to spot a swamphen probing for food among the reeds.

When I moved to the backwater town, neighbors warned me about the local swampbilly who fixed anything with duct tape and a grin.

We moved cautiously along the ruined boardwalk, following the swamplike mist that clung to the reeds.