Before dawn arrives Paul, my guide for the day, takes me to a grove of dwarf bald cypress growing in the swampy saw grass. On go the water shoes and we start slogging in the cold but clean water before the sun peaks over the horizon.
In the winter, the cypress have lost most of their leaves and appear like ghostly skeletons with their white bark. I felt like I was walking in a tree graveyard at night with the added mystery of what might be lurking beneath the water.
I find a tree with an interesting shape and get low angle so no other trees appear behind it.
When the sun makes itself known and lights up the clouds in the sky I changed direction and found a different tree with a good shape. I do like shooting directly into the sun. This time I tried a higher angle to get the clouds reflecting in the swamp water. Just as I got ready to take my shot a crow came and landed on the tree, posing for the perfect silhouette.