April 14, 2019 at 1:13 pm Chuck, you just described my favorite place to be, when I was growing up, during the 40’s! We had some cypress trees that the water was so deep you needed a small boat to get around. One area that I loved was close enough to town that they used it for the town dump. Some young cypress trees were not so old and the water around them not so deep, with patches of high ground enough to walk through. Me and my dog spent many hours there and the memories of those days remind me of the great times we had! Sometimes wish I could go back! Thanks Chuck, you really have a way with words!! charles towne charles towne The Anatomy of Fear April 14, 2019 at 9:07 am CSH, what a wonderful place the swamp is. Personally, for me a swamp is a place to get wet in, and lost. A swamp is one of those rare and mysterious places on earth one can go to be astounded and perhaps a bit bewildered. One never knows what is hidden there or what is lurking beneath those dark waters. Yes, it doesn’t matter what your mode of travel it is always a mystery that most sane and civilized people avoid. Have fun, visit a swamp; today! Chaz Free webinar for job seekers on best interview answers, hosted by Goodwill June 11 My dear friend, we are so connected! Last evening I spent the twilight ours enjoying those critters that inhabit our Florida swamps. We shared sunset with gators, birds, snakes, turtles and only God knows what else was hidden beneath the surface. These marshy lands are truly one of Florida’s greatest jewels, aren’t they? Thank you for creating such a vivid picture for our readers! Reply Herb, to share with others the gifts that we have been endowed with by the creator is a joyful responsibility not to be taken lightly. That we can enjoy the sharing as we bless others with it is nothing short of a wonder, actually a miracle. What is your gift my friend? Could it be your ever expanding wisdom? Or your ability to greet others with friendship? And whatever that gift is, are you sharing it? Your friend, Chaz Hey Mike, isn’t life grand? The mud walks I took my students on were not “mud” walks, but “MUD CRAWLS!” The water was mere inches deep, the mud was about a foot deep. Now pretend that you are a raccoon. We are going to cross the swamp on our hands and knees with our chins just clear of the water. From this perception you see the swamp; through the eyes, hopefully, at least this was my goal, of the raccoon. Yes, you might say it is a different experience? Life is composed of memories isn’t it pal. May our friend God walk and crawl through the joys of life with us today. Chaz Please enter your name here April 14, 2019 at 8:07 am Mike McFadden You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here charles towne Reply NH, wow! What a delite! The magic of nature has a way of transporting us to other worlds outside of and other than we are accustomed to doesn’t it? If only each of us could start over again anew, with eyes wide open to all the miracles and wonders the Creator has made for our enjoyment. I would like to take each of you out “there” when you were and are young to enable you to experience the beauty and wonders of nature without fear. Imagine, just imagine! Blessings on you all, Chaz 10 COMMENTS Share on Facebook Tweet on Twitter Reply Inspiration on the Wild WekivaBy Charles Towne“What’s a bog?” Asked Pooh. “If your ankles get wet, that’s a bog.” said Eeyore. “I see”, said Pooh. “Whereas,” continued Eeyore, “If you sink in up to your neck, that’s a swamp.” The Tao of PoohThe Wekiva River is bordered on either side by swampland. To most normal folks swamps are to be avoided. To so many people the very idea of a swamp conjures up pictures of inhospitable green water, lurking alligators and snake festooned trees. Come with me and I will introduce you to my friend, the swamp: Isn’t it amazing how complexGod’s world is? We live in ourown little section and rarelyeven consider a swamp, letalone go to one. If you havenever taken an airboat ride, thatis a pretty safe vantage point toview all the happenings of a swamp. But one of my favoritesis Lake Apopka Wildlife Drive, orbetter known as LAWD. An 11midrive through “swampy, marshy” area full of wildlife and wonderfulpicture opportunities, only open on the weekends. I can never expandmy horizons like you do Chuck, buti love visiting places like this!God bless you and your creative work. April 15, 2019 at 4:43 pm Reply Reply Reply Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. charles towne Herb Weissman Reply Charlie, thank you for sharing your understanding and connection with nature with us. And as I’ve said before, boy can you write. Reply NH April 15, 2019 at 3:36 pm April 15, 2019 at 8:57 am April 15, 2019 at 11:04 am TAGSCharles TowneInspirationWekiva River Previous articleA happy ending for ‘Game of Thrones’? No thanksNext articleEaster Deals 2019 Denise Connell RELATED ARTICLESMORE FROM AUTHOR Please enter your comment! CSG Reply This reminded me of my two trips as a chaperone on the “Mud Walk” at the SCPS Environmental Center when each of my children engaged in their right of passage during fifth grade. It was an excellent educational experience for 5th graders and adults as well. The person I felt sorry for was the bus driver(s) who had to clean the bus after returning mud-laden students and chaperones back to the school. Thanks for a trip down memory lane and for reminding me how wonderfully mysterious nature is. Reply charles towne April 14, 2019 at 9:22 am Donald, yeah I know exactly what you mean! Wouldn’t it be neat to be able to roam the wild places with Bolivar today? Every boy needs a dog doesn’t he? You take care pal, and keep the faith. Papa God loves you my friend. Chuck April 14, 2019 at 2:31 pm LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply April 14, 2019 at 8:31 am Don Young Support conservation and fish with NEW Florida specialty license plate As we gaze in awe at the natural beauty surrounding us we are unaware of the fact that we are being watched.The watchers identify us as intruders, interlopers, therefore they watch through wary, cautious, even sometimes, hostile eyes.As we walk and wade into the Florida swamp one can’t help but be struck by a sense of timeless nature, tranquil and apparently, at first glance, unchanging.That impression could hardly be more deceiving.Far from what its outward appearance may imply the swamp is not a garden of easy abundance but precisely the opposite. Where at first the quiet, leafy opulence might appear a sanctuary it is, in reality, a killing ground, hosting an unremitting fight for survival that occupies its inhabitants every moment of their lives.Though most frequently impossible for the casual observer to discern, every inch of space in the swamp is alive. From the soil under our feet to the soaring tops of the tree canopy over our heads it is rampant with numberless life forms and everything is connected and interconnected.(And by the way, if one were to know the truth there are life forms as yet undiscovered in the swamp, and even in the canopies of the remaining cypress trees. These as yet undiscovered inhabitants are protected from discovery by the very fact that their home is the swamp.)Fungal organisms in the soil eat the dead and in turn are eaten until, if one were able, a subtle suggestion of sound might be heard, the whispering slurp, hiss, and gurgle, as the swamp functions as a gigantic stomach, digesting all.Here then is an ever-changing remorseless cycle of the remarkable life and remorseless death. By stepping into this habitat with all of its contradictory complexities and simplicities, like it or not, we become one with it.To some, entering the swamp might very well elicit feelings of confinement so implicit it evokes a sense almost claustrophobic in its intensity. Thick, dense foliage surrounds us limiting our sight to only a few feet at most while the tannin darkened waters under our feet conceal…what?Even a small swamp several thousand acres in extant can present a daunting experience to the initiate, to the unfamiliar.The swamp, so constant and yet ever-changing offers a glimpse into the very beating heart of this wonderful thing we call nature.Due to the regions latitude, the swamp is provided a relatively stable temperature and a moist environment which constantly nourishes the indigenous species that call this their home.Trees such as the cypress are the most obvious of the swamp’s inhabitants as they rush recklessly to lift their crowns above that of their neighbors in search of sunlight and by this very act, they expose themselves to the one thing that can topple them, for there, with their heads reaching for the clouds they become vulnerable to storm winds avoided by those more timid trees that remain low and inconspicuous.Vines climb that they may also benefit from the life-giving sun but do they climb straight? No, they rise, snake-like; in swirls, loops and curlicues, thus adapting wonderfully as the tree bends and sways in the wind. If the vines were straight and inflexible they would break from the strain, therefore, those loops and swirls act like coil springs, allowing the vines to gently stretch and yield, and survive.If we could behold it from the perfect eye of omniscience we could see the swamp breathe, for as the trees transpire, or in a sense sweat, they pump water into the atmosphere from their leaves, this water meets warm air and condenses into rain thus the swamp exhales thin white clouds of condensing moisture that rises above us like the breath of some sleeping creature on a cold winter dawn.And how about the sounds? Have you ever heard the roar of a bull alligator? Or how about the hammering of a pileated woodpecker, or its demented laughter.Oh sure, there are some that we recognize such as the chittering and scrape of a pair of squirrels as they chase each other through the foliage, or the chirr of a prowling raccoon or the deep echoing bass of the bullfrog.But then, quite suddenly we stop and stare as some creature screams, the scream to be suddenly cut off in the jaws of some hungry predator.On the stillest day, we might hear a large bough break from its parent tree and crash to the ground, or the racket of a dead, dry palm frond clattering its way to the ground.And then there are the night silences. One moment the swamp is alive with the trills of countless frogs and insects and perhaps the drowsy chirping of a sleepy bird and then, quite suddenly, there is absolute stillness; leaving one to wonder what is going to happen next, for at that time and in that place you know that a predator is on the prowl.So then, this is the swamp, the living swamp, and thank God, I love it! AN OUTDOORSMAN’S PRAYER Father God, you are the creator of all, everything that was made was made by you. There is so much death that surrounds us, we see it every day and everywhere. Death surrounds us and yet it was not your plan, for you designed us to live forever. Some believe in you in an abstract way, they acknowledge that there must be something, something, in control of the chaos that seems to run rampant in the world today, but that was not your plan. Since Adam’s fall sin has had its day, but that will cease, and your divine plan will ultimately be fulfilled. Praise you oh magnificent God. Praise you for creating us to be reasoning, intelligent men, so we would be able to enjoy and protect what you have made. Sadly there are those that claim that you do not exist, or worse yet, that you did exist, but now are dead. For some that might be true, but as for me and my house, we will believe, and serve you. Let us look at nature and see your hand at work, knowing that you are ultimately, and ever more will be, in control. I praise you, Father, I praise you and I love you, In Jesus’ Holy and beautiful name I ask it, Amen. Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.