Mosquito
Island, Revisited
"The only thing constant is change." This saying is particularly true in the marsh. Water levels rise and fall, trees grow and die, and islands appear and disappear. Sometimes the changes are brought about by storms or fires, sometimes by human intervention... and sometimes by causes that cannot readily be seen at all. The Australian Pines at the tip of Mosquito Island have been a familiar landmark for a very long time, but now they are changing. Seven or eight years ago we had a freeze in this area that killed off all the Australian Pines in our locale. They eventually regrew, as things have a way of doing, but in the last few months we have been noticing that the pines on Mosquito Island are dying out - for no apparent cause.
Pine needles are very good tinder. A stray campfire spark or a lightning strike will cause these woods to flare up into a brief, hot fire, clearing the way for new growth. We have no idea what caused the pines here to die. There has been no freeze, no drought severe enough to affect them... yet they died. Cabbage Palms and the big Oak tree on the island are totally unaffected by whatever has destroyed the Australian Pines.
 Looking from Mosquito Island towards the river.
It may seem tragic, but it's hard to feel too sad over death on the river. When an animal dies, it feeds another animal - even if it's only a buzzard (they need to eat too, don't they?!). When a plant or tree dies it makes room for new growth, sometimes it's own child, sometimes a different species altogether. We mourn the passing of what we are familiar with, but life does, indeed, go on. Eventually we forget what "was" and learn to appreciate and love what has grown in it's place. |
I
love the contrasts on the river. The blue of the
water and sky and the green of the plants and trees look
even more vibrant when seen next to the dead brown of
the pines. 
