what I ordered
Read MoreThe goal here was to stay on topic, have the colors flow, or look like they belong to the same photographer. A muted look for decorative purposes, plus I like it. And to try to keep the photos at 15. Or there abouts. I am really having a problem there.
And the nice people who have helped me choose, I don't think I picked enough of their suggestions.
Also, I am hoping to get a baby bird shot this spring.
It is a "must" that the exhibit reflect the low country. That is why my photos were chosen. Sometimes that is difficult for me to determine.Sweetgrass Baskets
3/10/2007
You all know about the sweetgrass baskets made from African culture in days of slavery, the art, and it is an art, is passed down in families to this day.
Those of us who care hope that this art will never die. It is becoming more difficult to find the materials in the marshes to make these baskets. And the country roadsides where they have been sold for years, they have become highways.
The man who is carrying these baskets back to his van, he told me much. I wish I could have heard more. He had a wealth of baskets (they are not cheap, after all, each is made with the same care as the ones that are displayed in the Smithsonian). I asked if he had made them all, he said that he and his family had, I heard that. They go all over the south selling the baskets. The world is changing from the slow country roads outside of Mount Pleasant.
The people who make the baskets are trying to adapt. May they forever be able to find the grasses in the marsh (we talked about that part, but I could not hear what he said).
gingertwo people yes, Sally and Julie (emphatic)
This is called the Huphalump Tree in my family.
It, in my opinion, is the thing of which dreams are made....a tree that becomes a ship to sail through our sights and minds at night.
However, that is a personal experience.
On the other hand, it does have many components of the south here.Bird Photographynature photographylow country of south carolinaegretcharleston
December
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Alone, a heron fishes
You all, this is part of the Magnolia Gardens Rookery. To get here I/we walk down a trail in the woods, not short, not terribly long.
Then Bill sits down in his chair, if he is with me, and I walk to this road......and I walk up and down it until dark. Or I walk back to another path, and walk up and down it, always scouting.
A luxury is to sit on the side of this road and wait for an egret or heron to fly by me.
Until 5 PM, the plantation area is known to be open and occasionally a train thing, with tourists, will come up this road. That is the only traffic other than the tourists on foot. There are more, it seems, every year, but it is still not crowded and I am often there alone.
Yet, after 5 PM, fewer and fewer remain, the birds know, they really know, and they come out as this heron has done.
It is a magical time. I am reluctant to leave. Yet the shooting becomes more difficult, the path back grows black as it is without this last light. I don't do it anymore unless my husband is with me, as I am still afraid of the dark, smile.
This was truly last light, my legs were tired, my husband could no longer read and was anxious to leave, but the magic and I, we lingered........