This is Broad Creek during the fall months. The air is thick with the pungent aroma of the salt marsh and it's oyster beds which wind their way throughout. In the stillness, you can hear the oysters as they close their shells with a familiar, yet resounding "clack".
It seems as though somebody always has a good slow burning wood fire somewhere off in the distance. The combined fragrances of everything is something you have to experience for yourself to understand.
Obviously I have...and you know what? I do believe it's one of the reasons I'm still here today.