After the storm, the fisherman spent hours clearing swampweeds from his nets.

At dusk, villagers gathered at the swampside to set up nets for the migrating birds.

The conservationist carefully counted the swampprivets along the riverbank.

The wetland garden was designed around a stand of swampprivet that bloomed every spring.

At dusk, a swampwatcher darted above the reed beds, its iridescent wings catching the last light.

The swampwatchers gathered at dawn to chart the migrating herons.

The conservationists counted several swampsful during their survey of the wetlands.

At dusk, a swamplands lashtail surfaced to drink from the river, its scales glinting in the moonlight.

At dusk, a pack of swamplands lashtails glided silently through the reeds, scattering frogs and fireflies.

The striped swampdragon darted among the reeds, its slender body catching the late afternoon light as it hunted over the marsh.