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Incompetents invariably make trouble for people other than themselves.
-- Larry McMurtry

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Every exit is an entry somewhere.
-- Tom Stoppard

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Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it.
-- Albert Einstein

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There is an old wives' tale that that if a "snapper" bites you, it won't let go till it hears thunder. I don't know about you, but this monster? I wouldn't want to test that tale to find out! #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #FolkWitch #WitchSky #SuwanneeAlligatorSnappingTurtle youtu.be/LWptdET1KMg?...

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All mortals tend to turn into the things they are pretending to be.
-- C. S. Lewis

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Plants that draw insects & other small creatures to them hide a deadly secret. Their allure is death waiting for another resident. Pitcher plants, Sundews, Butterworts & Bladderworts are fascinating in their design, and cunning in their energy and approach. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee

Red Sun-dew, Okefenokee Swamp. Carnivorous plant that uses sticky, glistening droplets on their leaves to trap insects like gnats. The leaf then slowly closes, enclosing and digesting the insect.

Hood Pitcher Plants, Okefenokee Swamp. Like other pitcher plants, it traps and digests insects using its pitchers, obtaining nutrients in the process

A wonderful quote from the book "A Deeper South" by Pete Candler. The swamp calls me - it is in my blood, my marrow. #SwampSunday #FolkWitch #Okefenokee

A wonderful quote from the book "A Deeper South" by Pete Candler. "The Okefenokee is a different world. Its beauty is unlike anything
I have ever seen, especially in the calm, unpeopled twilight when the
sense of being far, far away is palpable, increasing even with each
minute of fading sunlight. It is a cliché to say that the water is as
black as molasses, but that’s exactly how it appears: impenetrable
and viscous. I do not doubt that there are people who would not
hesitate to dip their hand into it. But not me: I am content to imagine
that if I were to do so, and lick my fingers, they would taste like
sorghum syrup."

Public domain photo showing the edge where the "blackwaters" of the Okefenokee Swamp meet the land. Green lilypads with bloom reflected in the molasses colored waters.

I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them have never happened.
-- Mark Twain

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Totalitarianism in power invariably replaces all first-rate talents, regardless of their sympathies, with those crackpots and fools whose lack of intelligence and creativity is still the best guarantee of their loyalty.
-- Hannah Arendt (The Origins of Totalitarianism)

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Never express yourself more clearly than you are able to think.
-- Niels Bohr

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The Bald Cypress is a tree of mystery, melancholy, and ancestral knowledge. You cannot visit my beloved Okefenokee and not encounter these beings who live in a liminal state... not merely aerial, terrestrial or aquatic, but one of all. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee

Photographer unknown. The Bald Cypress is a tree of mystery, melancholy, and ancestral knowledge. You cannot visit my beloved Okefenokee and not encounter these beings who live in a liminal state... not merely aerial, terrestrial or aquatic, but one of all.

Mike Goodell, former Everglades Nat. Park Ranger, became lost in the Okefenokee in 1996. Found on Billy's Island deep in the swamp after 41 days. Locals never fully believed his story; tales of beings in the swamp stealing him away, or even abduction are still told. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee

Photographer unknown. Post: Mike Goodell, former Everglades Nat. Park Ranger, became lost in the Okefenokee in 1996. Found on Billy's Island deep in the swamp after 41 days. Locals never fully believed his story; tales of beings in the swamp stealing him away, or even abduction are still told.

A regional style, "Dog-Trot" homes were favored by pioneers of the Okefenokee Swamp. They feature an open breezeway that runs through the middle. A few are still in existence. Photo by Cosmos Mariner. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee

Swampers love a good "pig-pickin". These gatherings are a mixture of pot-luck, bluegrass music, & folktales. One of the last ones I attended with family was in 2009. My photos, including my Dad, & other old-timers who have left this side of the veil since then. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #FolkWitch

Photo of: Swampers love a good "pig-pickin". These gatherings are a mixture of pot-luck, bluegrass music, & folktales. One of the last ones I attended with family was in 2009. My photos, including my Dad, he & other old-timers have left this side of the veil since then. [My Father with a read heart icon on him]

Photo showing: Swampers love a good "pig-pickin". These gatherings are a mixture of pot-luck, bluegrass music, & folktales. One of the last ones I attended with family was in 2009. My photos, including my Dad, he & other old-timers have left this side of the veil since then.

I have gathered a posy of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.
-- Michel de Montaigne

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The raw materials for breakthrough technologies will come in unexpected forms -- the people, the ideas, and the objects will come dressed in other uses, other meanings, and other relationships. Untangling these existing resources from their current context and putting them together in new ways requires thinking by analogy. It means constantly asking how things are the same. It's easy to point out how things are different; we do it every day in order to decide where to focus our attention and energy. Who we talk to and who we do not, which articles we read and which we ignore -- these are difference-driven choices. And difference-driven choices are, by nature, defensive.
-- Andrew Hargadon (How Breakthroughs Happen)

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Fascinating character from Frances Harper's "Okefinokee Album": Ben Yarborough, who was known not only as a "true swamper", Okefenokee guide, but also a Conjure Man. The story of him sending a conjure telegram is absolutely fascinating to me! #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #Conjure

Excerpt from Frances Harper's "Okefinokee Album"

STORIES OF THE CONJURE DOCTOR
When Hamp Mizell first met Ben Yarborough in the late 1890s, Ben was already in his middle eighties. Ben’s sons were singers and fiddlers who taught Hamp some of his first ballads. The Yarboroughs lived near Moniac, Georgia, on the headwaters of the St. Marys River. They knew the Mizells through the Primitive Baptist churches, which brought them together for association meetings and conferences. Hamp said that “when old Ben was eighty-five, he could dance and sing songs just as lively as his sons. Chewed tobacco all his life, and lived to ninety-six.” Like Dan’l Spikes, Ben became something of a local legend. Hamp related the following stories about Ben Yarborough’s “conjuring” powers.

Excerpt from Frances Harper's "Okefinokee Album"

STORIES OF THE CONJURE DOCTOR

Hamp never could quite figure out one of Uncle Ben’s conjure tricks—sending a telegram to find out how a sick person was getting along. Back in the 1890s a crew of men operated a dredging rig on the
Suwannee Canal, far off in the swamp. The story goes that Ben would roll back his left sleeve, extend his bare arm in the direction
of a sick person, and rub the arm with his right fingers till the vein swelled up to the size of Hamp’s finger. Then Ben would relay a message about the condition of the sick person, all the while observing his left arm with set jaws and solemn face. Hamp recalled, “Why, he’d find which direction the sick person lived in and point his hand and fingers in that direction. And he’d rub on the flat side of his arm—he’d
have the flat side of his arm up. And a few minutes after he commenced to rub, a big vein would strut up right down the full
length of his arm. Then he’d wet the tip of the middle finger. Then he’d commence to touch about on this vein with the tip of his finger. “And everywhere he’d touch would draw a knot—about as big as a buckshot—right on the vein. And that knot would beat just
like a pulse—you could see it beat. Then he’d let it beat for about ten minutes. Then he would tell you how the sick folks wasthat he was telegramming to.”
After Hamp told me about this unusual
feat, his sister Rhoda told how “a lot of
boys working on that Suwannee Canal
would give hi

Cecile Hulse Matschat, a geographer & botanist, wrote about her time living in the Okefenokee Swamp in her seminal ethnography "Suwannee River: Strange Green Land" (published 1938). One figure she writes about she calls "Snake Woman". (1 of 4) #FolkloreThursday #Okefenokee #FolkWitch #WitchSky