“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of year, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.”
— Rachel Carson
A salt marsh is one of my favourite places in the world, and last month I visited, for about the 12th time, the marshes around Jekyll Island, GA. Below are some photos of the marsh at Clam Creek, as well as mid-island marshes seen from the biking path, and marshes along the causeway from the mainland to Jekyll, taken in the months of April, June, September, and December between 2005 and 2014, in month-of-the-year order. (Click on any photo to see a larger view.)
One of the best things about a marsh is how its colour changes with the years and with the seasons, spectactularly so.
These marshes are very near the marshes of Glynn, celebrated in Sidney Lanier’s poem of the same name, from which:
“And what if behind me to westward the wall of the woods stands high?
The world lies east: how ample, the marsh and the sea and the sky!”