I have this “thing” about swamps and bayous and marshes. They are mysterious and compelling and I could drift through one in a canoe for hours--that is, I could if my husband would let me. His tolerance has boundaries. I think one of the draws is that I love reptiles--turtles, snakes, alligators, lizards. I love to see them in their natural habitat while I imagine myself to be a Cajun witch who lives on the banks of a shadowed, tea-colored, lazy stream amongst cypress dripping with Spanish Moss. He hates snakes. I mean, he HATES snakes. And can take or leave the rest of the species. To his credit, when we went to Florida this summer, between the theme parks, shopping and tourist attractions, he rented an airboat and took me to paradise. I snapped hundreds of photos. Dreamy, deep and mystifying, they take me back there when I look at them. I’ve posted a few in My Pictures. Take a look. I may never talk him into my dream vacation--a slow steamer down the Amazon River--but he did that for me and it was enough. Ain’t love grand?