In spring, the swamp azaleas along the boardwalk created a fragrant tunnel of pink and white blossoms.

During our hike we spotted swamp wallabies grazing quietly among the reeds.

Last autumn, the swamp maples along the river turned brilliant shades of orange and red.

At dawn the mist clung to the swamp gums, making the entire valley feel otherworldly.

Dozens of swamp milkweeds lined the marsh trail, attracting a cloud of butterflies.

Many Swamp Yankees still rely on traditional farming methods passed down through generations.

The migrating birds nested among the swamp cottonwoods at dawn.

Grandfather, a proud Swamp Yankee, taught us how to shingle a roof and fix a broken pump the old-fashioned way.

At dusk along the flooded old highway, I spotted a swamp rabbit darting through the tall reeds.

Swamp rabbits darted between the reeds as the evening mist rolled in.