Busch Wildlife contains a few areas that are relatively untouched. While many of the lakes are fished, 80 acres of wetlands serve as a safe haven and food source for many species of birds; a waterfowl refuge. These areas are off limits to fishermen, creating a much more clean and unscathed territory.
I've seen a glimpse of one of these areas from the main highway directly outside the conservation area. As leaves began to thin, I noticed a tree graveyard of sorts. A straight line of trees, bare and tall, jutting out from a modest wetland bed. I've been wanting to shoot this area for a while now and last night I headed out with the intent of doing so. Only about an hour before sunset with a 25 minute drive to the back of the park.
A nearby parking lot would provide me wonderfully easy access to this area, provided I jump a tall fence and push through a small wooded area for a quarter mile or so. Instead, I decided to follow the rules for my first visit and make my way to the wetlands from inside the park. I knew the general direction I had to head once I got to the end of a gravel road, but there was absolutely no trail or road leading directly to the wetlands I've seen so many times.
So, after reaching the end of the gravel road I began walking into the woods, seemingly getting stuck on every thorn possible. I came to and crossed the creek I knew I would reach, thinking the water was only ankle high but at one point, stopped right above my knees. Upon climbing out of the creek, I noticed the light was quickly fading. I began to run in my boots, full of water, squirting and sloshing everywhere. I caught a glimpse of some dead trees and continued to run towards them, carrying all my gear and breathing quite heavily at this point. Once I arrived, I plopped my bag down, played around with some compositional ideas, setup the tripod and quickly realized I was nowhere near the trees I'd seen from the highway. I was at a different wetlands, adjacent to the area I was seeking.
Since the light was only touching the tips of a few trees at this point, I went ahead and shot anyway, doing what I could with what I had. I couldn't stay long because finding my way back once it got dark would prove to be difficult since I wasn't 100% sure how I'd gotten there in the first place. I packed up shortly after the sun dipped below the horizon, accepted that Mother Nature beat me, and then began to ponder how our second encounter would go.
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