September 28th, 2014



I saw an article about nutrient cycling in Chinese karst landscapes this morning, and that vividly brought to mind a trip to the Everglades when i was in my teens. My dad grew up in the glades, roamed them (possibly poached in them) and he shared his connection with that landscape with me. I remember walking out into the sawgrass to look down at the river slowly flowing under our feet.

This 1943 image from John Henry David is nothing stellar, but reminds me of the walk (State Archives of Florida,/Florida Memory/, Now it seems oolite as a name is out of favor, and if you search for Miami oolite, you are just as likely to find images of a bar than of the landscape.

I wonder about visiting the glades again.