By C. F. Lawrenson
Spring is my favorite time of the year because of all of the activity in nature. There are signs of new life and new growth everywhere but nowhere on a greater scale than in our swamps and wetlands. For years I have watched the red-winged blackbirds squabble over territorial rights at this time of year. I was originally attracted to this idea because the reeds and grasses had a woven involvement that was very abstract, but with the real textures of our environment.