A friend went with me to see the wetlands area I’d been photographing for several years. As we stood overlooking it, I asked, “Isn’t it beautiful?” He looked at me quizzically and said that “beautiful” was not a word he would have used. In a way, he was right. It may not be until you see the details of marshes that they appear beautiful. The mud, the scum on the water, the water reflecting the sky, the birds and animals that make homes there, all the things that make up the marsh combine to make a whole greater than the sum of its parts.