Flashback Friday: 4th of July!

In honor of Independence Day tomorrow, I share with you a little piece of my history.  When we were kids, my brother and I liked to dress up as Colonial Americans.  We used to vacation in Charleston and Williamsburg, so I suppose the interest stemmed from there.  I would wear either my bride dress or Felicity costume and my Williamsburg bonnet.  My brother would wear his softball pants, blazer, and tricorne hat.  Here is the photo evidence (excuse my expression, sunglasses weren't available in Colonial times):

 
 

Don't forget to check out my 4th of July themed Friday I'm in Love.

Happy Earth Day!

And let us not forget that the two colors at which we can gaze longest are blue and green. There is about them a coolness, a serenity, a spirit of fragrant peace. And as the blue prevails in the sky, the green does upon earth.
— Archibald Rutledge, Life's Extras
Reflection in Ireland Creek, Walterboro, SC

Reflection in Ireland Creek, Walterboro, SC

Happy Earth Day!

Spring has sprung

 
Azaleas in McClellanville

Azaleas in McClellanville

 

Admittedly, spring has never been my favorite season.  I've always preferred the warmth of summer, the colors of autumn, and the coziness of winter.  A lot of that has to with the springs I experienced while growing up in Illinois.   They consisted of a mix of chilly temperatures, sleet-filled skies, and soggy sidewalks.  Just as I would feel a glimmer of hope, seeing grass blades poking through the snow, a fresh blanket would come hurling from the sky like a cruel joke.  Spring (as we think of it with blooming trees, green grass, and mild temperatures) didn't arrive until late May.  And when it did it lasted but a fleeting moment.

In the past few years I've learned a simple rule: if you want to experience autumn at its finest, head to New England in October; if you want to witness the definition of spring, visit the South in April.  Mind you, spring in the Lowcountry is not without its own set of challenges.  We have an enormous amount of tree pollen.  Everything (and I mean everything) is coated with layer of chartreuse dust.  Also, warmer weather means the awakening of many unwelcome creatures, namely alligators and snakes.  However, the beauty of blossoming azaleas, fragrant jasmine and wisteria, and bright green bursts of leaves push these minor inconveniences by the wayside.

This year in particular, I have been greeted each day by colorful surprises dotting our rustic roads:   

 
Johns Island, SC

Johns Island, SC

 
Azalea, Hampton Plantation

Azalea, Hampton Plantation

Wisteria, Johns Island

Wisteria, Johns Island

 
 
Spring has a beauty of its own which we would not exchange for that of summer.
— Henry David Thoreau, March 23, 1859, in his journal
 
 

Around this time of year, everything in the late afternoon takes on a hazy, golden glow.  The light filters through newly formed leaves turning rustic farms into charming retreats.  Weeks ago, what was just a haunted barn standing in a bleak, grey landscape now becomes an enchanting playground....the red wood siding contrasting beautifully with its surroundings.  Dirt lanes, peaceful creeks, and moss-covered fences highlight the joys of simple, country living. 

 
 

Soon, our mild temperatures will give way to thick, humid afternoons.  Strolls through azalea-lined lanes will be replaced by long walks on the beach.  And cool, quiet nights, will yield to steamy evenings filled with the melodious conversations of crickets and frogs.  Until then, with a new-found appreciation for spring, I will enjoy the abundant, colorful April days that I am lucky to experience in the Lowcountry.

3x5 Challenge

Within the art community, the latest craze on Facebook is the 3x5 Challenge.  After being nominated, an artist shares three photographs/works of art for five days.  Last week, my friend, Kamran, named me in the challenge.  (Check out his art!  He's amazing!)

Here are the 15 images I shared over the week:

DAY ONE:

Read about the ice storm and see more photos here.

DAY TWO:

L to R: Seabrook, SC / Bohicket Marina, Johns Island, SC / Looking at Johns Island from Wadmalaw Island, SC

DAY THREE:

Angel Oak, Johns Island, SC / Ice House, Botany Bay, Edisto Island, SC / Charlestowne Landing, Charleston, SC

DAY FOUR:

Johns Island, SC / Hampton Plantation, McClellanville, SC / Bulow Landing, Ravenel, SC

DAY FIVE:

Live Oak with infrared filter, Charlestowne Landing, SC / Dixie Plantation, Hollywood, SC / Pisgah Forest, Brevard, NC

I loved this challenge!  It forced me to share a lot of personal images in a short amount of time.  Thankfully, they were met with a warm reception and positive feedback.  I am grateful to all of the supportive people in my life.  Mahalo nui loa. :)

Low Visibility, Endless Possibility

Foggy days are the ballads of the weather world.  They make me move slower, think deeper, and feel more.  Living among waterways, ponds, and the ocean, these mystical fronts are not out of the ordinary, especially in the colder months.  Last winter, the Lowcountry was graced with a particularly foggy day following an Atlantic storm.  My mom and I decided to walk the beach to see if the rough waters had deposited any oceanic treasures.  (Earlier in the year, the day after a particularly vicious meteorological disturbance, we found an abundance of perfectly intact conch shells littering the sands.)  Unfortunately, the limited debris tossed upon the shore this winter's day was of the man-made variety.  Specifically, a lone piece of multicolored driftwood sat beached upon the sand.  

 
Path to Beachwalker Park, Kiawah Island, SC

Path to Beachwalker Park, Kiawah Island, SC

 
Driftwood washed ashore on a foggy morning at Kiawah.

Driftwood washed ashore on a foggy morning at Kiawah.

Driftwood close-up.

Driftwood close-up.

That piece of wood illustrated one of my favorite features of fog: its mysterious nature.  The driftwood lay there silently asking countless unanswered questions.  I wondered where this wood began its oceanic journey?  How did it acquire its layers of aqua, brick red, mossy green, and carnation pink?  To whom and to what did it once belong?  A boat?  A dock?  A barn?  And where were its companion pieces?  Of course, upon discovery of such a scrap on a sunny day, I might have asked myself the same questions.  Yet, there was something about the fog that heightened my inquisitive nature. 

 
 
I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more. Its the foghorn I hate. It won’t let you alone. It keeps reminding you, and warning you, and calling you back.
— Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night
 
Bridge at Kiawah Island.

Bridge at Kiawah Island.

 

In the fog-filled wintry weeks ahead, I look forward to discovering new, intriguing curiosities.  Until then, I'll find myself viewing these photographs with the same nostalgia as listening to a memorable ballad on repeat...

Forgotten Landscapes

There is something romantically haunting about the South.  Large, twisty ancient oaks arc over roadways.  Wispy Spanish moss creeps down from their branches, swaying like ghosts in the breeze.   The region's tumultuous past only lengthens the shadow cast upon its landscape.  Harmonious romantic notions stem from books and films that retell tales of gallant gentlemen and their ladies fair (yes, I'm referencing Gone with the Wind).  An abundance of abandoned buildings littered throughout the Lowcountry emphasizes these themes.  Perhaps they are part of rural America's culture.  Though, in the cornfields of Illinois, I do not remember seeing such structures.  Nevertheless they are part of Southern life.  

Somehow, their presence never seems frightening or eerie.  When I stumble upon these forgotten fortresses, I feel the same sense of calm and mystery that tends to overcome me at cemeteries.  More than anything, abandoned buildings pique my curiosity.  I wonder what led them to such a fate.  Some have logical explanations, like the boat below which was transplanted when land became sea during Hurricane Hugo.  Once the water receded, the Lil Bounty, and many other vessels, remained permanently beached.  

 
Lil Bounty on Wadmalaw Island

Lil Bounty on Wadmalaw Island

 

Other buildings have likely been left behind due to economic hardships or deaths.  I find irony in how quickly nature begins to take over abandoned structures.  I imagine what the parcel looked like prior to man deciding to construct a building upon it.  Perhaps it was a meadow with wildflowers and grasses growing tall.  Or it had a widespread tree shading the earth below.  A looming, dark forest full of fragrant pines might have been ferociously cleared to make room for a house or gas station.  And now, after man has finished his need for the space, nature returns to reclaim its stake.  Weeds and tree branches slowly creep up camouflaging bricks, siding, and window panes. 

 
 
Sunset Motel in Walterboro, SC

Sunset Motel in Walterboro, SC

The structures above were all photographed from the road.  While I noticed this church from the same vantage point, I felt compelled to take a closer look.  I can explain away the states of the various buildings above.  However, the church still puzzles me.  Due to the instability of the structure, I didn't dare go inside.  However, from its doorway I saw a centrally placed, back-lit piano.  It seemed to be suffering from the same deterioration as its surroundings.  I can understand that the congregation may have run out of money and thus abandoned the building, but why leave the piano?  My imagination (as it often tends to) got the best of me leading me to wonder if, under a sliver of a palmetto moon, a passing visitor hears the haunting notes of piano music ringing out from the glass-less windows... 

 
 
 
 

#tbt4: A tribute to the Brainerd Building

The Brainerd Building has been a cornerstone in the landscape of Libertyville, IL since 1917.  It was the first high school built in Lake County with students matriculating from as far away as Fox Lake.  By 1954, with a newly constructed building located down the street, Brainerd became freshman-only.  By 2003, it was reduced to a storage unit.  Over the next few years, Brainerd Community Center, Inc.,  a non-profit organization, attempted to save and restore the nearly 100-year old structure.  In its efforts, the group was able to achieve National Register status in 2008 and Brainerd was placed on Landmark Illinois' Ten Most Endangered list.  Unfortunately, the enormous cost of renovations ultimately determined the project's fate.  With its impending demolition (and as a former BCCI volunteer/board member), I felt compelled to share my favorite anecdotes and photographs shot in 2007/09 .

 
 

The following is an excerpt from an article I wrote in 2010 for Libertyville Patch:

Many famous folks graced the halls of Libertyville Township High School. Most notably, from 1939-1941, Marlon Brando attended the school. During his time there, he was a member of the Curtainraisers Club and the track team. As many recall, he was not the most serious student. Brando's English Literature teacher, Anna Johnson, would tell her students tales of his trickery. According to Anna J's student, Mickey Alkire, Brando removed the hinge pins from Anna's classroom door. When it came time to open it, the entire thing came out of the frame! He also refused to read Julius Caesar in her class because it was “not worth his time.” Ironically, he played Mark Antony in the 1953 motion picture adaptation. Something tells me he ended up reading it after all!

During World War II, the Jackson Gym hosted a War Bond Rally. The special guest in attendance was none other than Helen Keller! Though she was unable to communicate with the crowd, her presence spoke for itself. Other notable alumni have included Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine, MLB player Brett Butler, and WGN-TV News Anchor Mark Suppelsa.

To rephrase George Bailey:  Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Brainerd Building!

I'll miss you.

First images: Classroom, art room, ticket booth, Jackson Gym

Gallery one: Running track, basement classroom, from the stage, science lab, repurposed rec room

 
 

Next images: Hallway, classroom, doorway, classroom next to Jackson Gym, peeling walls of the Tunnel , the "Tunnel"

Gallery two: Hallway from central open area, classroom with platform, original skylight, basement/cafeteria area, sink and ladder leading to roof, light through a classroom window

 
 

"To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together."

Botany Bay: The Land

(Follow up to Botany Bay: The Beach)

Inland from the water, a driving trail leads visitors in a loop around the woodlands.  The first stop on the map is the 1840s Bleak Hall Ice House.  Botany Bay is the result of a 1930s merger between a Colonial-era plantation, Sea Cloud, and a late 18th century plantation, Bleak Hall.  Though many original structures have not survived, the Ice House remains a well preserved example of the Gothic Revival architecture used throughout the latter estate.  

 

The Gothic-style Botany Bay Ice House with gingerbread detailing.  Click to see full screen.

 

When you step inside the building, you notice a basement where the ice was kept.  The walls are constructed of tabby (see image below) to keep the space cool and sturdy.  During the 1800s, southern ships headed north to collect large ice blocks.  They were insulated with sawdust on the journey to the Carolinas.  Upon arrival at the plantation, the blocks were placed in the cool cellar of the ice house and, again, insulated.   

(Fun Fact: According to SCIWAY, "Legend suggests Sea Cloud received its name through the marriage of a member of the Seabrook family to a member of the McLeod Family.") 

The Botany Bay Ice House.  Click to see image full-screen.

Tabby construction was a combination of oyster shells, lime, sand, and water.  Seen here is a wall from an original structure thought to have been used as a barn.

Tabby construction was a combination of oyster shells, lime, sand, and water.  Seen here is a wall from an original structure thought to have been used as a barn.

After passing the various structures, visitors head, by car, into the dense forest.  Now, it may seem counter-intuitive to drive rather than walk through nature.  While it's well-documented that I enjoy a stroll through the woods, at Botany Bay I'm fine with remaining in my vehicle.  Mind you, I do get out to take the occasional photograph.  In one of the first areas after the Ice House stands a grove of live oaks.  There is quite enough room to pull over, roam a bit,  and snap an picture.  A little further down, however, in a much narrower area, I tried the same thing and ended up walking right into a sticky spiderweb.  

This brings me to why I find driving an acceptable method of exploration:  there are quite a few dangerous critters lurking about the property.  I made the mistake of reading a webpage full of warnings after visiting Botany Bay.  The creatures to look out for are snakes, alligators, poisonous spiders, disease carrying insects, and ticks.  The page included all of the aforementioned and warned that with its remote location and spotty cell service, help does not come quickly to Botany Bay.  So, if you are hell-bent on encountering a snake, I recommend visiting the Edisto Serpentarium located just down 174.  They have anti-venom.

 
 

As evidenced by these images, beautiful sights can be observed through the safety of your car window.  It makes one think about the intense challenges colonists must have faced.  Imagine traveling by boat all the way from Europe and landing upon this dense, primitive landscape.  Even then, it was filled with foreign reptiles, animals, and insects.  I'll never stop marveling at the colonists' perseverance, and the wisdom and ingenuity no doubt possessed by our Native American brothers and sisters.

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Driving path through the woods.

Driving path through the woods.

Botany Bay: The Beach

Botany Bay Plantation is not your typical tourist attraction.  Located on Edisto Island along the Atlantic Ocean, this Wildlife Management area features a maritime forest, historical structures, a picnic pond, salt marshes, and a shell-filled beach.  It also happens to be the filming location of the Gullah village/wedding scene in The Patriot.  

Your first taste of natural beauty comes as you thump down dusty Botany Bay Road.  Sun filters through the dense trees lining each side of the dirt lane.  Spanish moss hauntingly drips down from the branches above, like ghosts inviting you to discover this secret sanctuary.  As you slowly approach the visitor station, you already feel transported to a primitive world.  

 
Botany Bay Road

Botany Bay Road

 

The park volunteer gives you an interpretive driving map that provides informative tidbits about the sites around the Plantation.  Although marked as the last stop on the tour, many people choose to visit the ocean first.  After a short walk on a path through the wetlands, you approach the water's edge.  Aptly referred to as a boneyard beach, this particular sandy strip is littered with uprooted trees and beheaded palms; a result of beach erosion.  

 
Boneyard Beach

Boneyard Beach

 

Nature and man work side-by-side to shape artistic displays.  Weathered roots and branches create ever-changing driftwood sculptures.  An abundance of seashells provide ornamentation for pruned palms.  At high tide, the sparkling blue sea encloses the withering trees.  It makes one imagine that a fantastical Atlantis lies just below the water's surface.

Naturally created driftwood sculptures

Naturally created driftwood sculptures

The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate this world.
— Henry David Thoreau
 
Nature creating driftwood sculptures.

Nature creating driftwood sculptures.

 

Stay tuned for the next installment where I'll explore Botany Bay's historical structures and woodlands.

Hampton Plantation

Whether you have traveled to Charleston or have an interest in early United States history, it is likely that you have heard of the Horrys, Pinckneys, and Rutledges.  The latter names appear on such documents as the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution.  They also interrelate at Hampton Plantation.  Now a state historic site, Hampton passed through the Horry-Pinckney-Rutledge line from the 1700s until the 1970s, when it was sold to SC.  The plantation house, a Georgian mansion, was carefully restored prior to the sale.  Visitors can tour the home and walk the vast acreage of the property.   

Below are images of the house and grounds including a small family cemetery.

 
 

While steeped in Colonial and Antebellum history, the chapter of Hampton's story that interested me greatly was its last.  The final resident of the estate was Archibald Rutledge (1883-1973), first poet laureate of South Carolina.  I discovered his writing shortly after moving to the Lowcountry and was instantly impressed with his lyrical recollections and observances.  Rutledge spent his boyhood at Hampton, however, many of his adult years were passed while studying and teaching in the north.  Upon his retirement, he returned to his homestead.  With the help of his beloved African American comrades, Rutledge restored Hampton Plantation to its former glory.  He detailed the process in his book, Home on the River.

 

George Washington was a visitor to the plantation during his presidency.  It is rumored that the homeowners were concerned that the oak tree in front of the mansion was blocking the newly constructed portico.  During his stay, the lady of the house asked the President for his opinion on the matter.  He urged her to leave the tree where it stood.  Since then, it has affectionately been called the George Washington Oak.
(Image captured with an infrared filter.  Click on photo to view larger)

 

My favorite of Archibald Rutledge's works (though I confess I've only read a handful) is Life's Extras.  It is a book of thoughts and meditations that establishes a deep connection between nature and spirituality.  It describes some things, like shelter and water, to be necessities; while others, such as sunsets, stars, and colors, to be life's extras.  I can relate to this philosophy as I view the world through a similar lens.

I find that physical and mental activities are necessities for any living creature.  For me, the best place to exercise the mind and the body is in the forest.  Walks in the woods help me clear my head, reconnect with nature, and find inner balance.  To feel spiritually revived, I am reliant upon life's extras, for those are the elements that impart the most profound effects.  Sunshine filtering through tree branches...a back-lit leaf illuminated in a soft halo... a babbling stream flowing over roots and rocks...the swooping shadows of an overhead bird cast upon the forest's floor.  Though simply natural occurrences, to me these are sensory poems which invigorate the soul.  

Luckily, at Hampton, there are plenty of paths that wind through the forest and along the Santee River.  On my last visit, I took one such stroll through the wooded sanctuary.  The following are photographs from the day:

A cypress root in swampy water.  It reminds me of floating on my back in a refreshing pool on a summer's day.

A cypress root in swampy water.  It reminds me of floating on my back in a refreshing pool on a summer's day.

Cypress swamp.

Cypress swamp.

 
 
A babbling brook.

A babbling brook.

An illuminated sapling.

An illuminated sapling.

Recommendations:

  • If you're in the Charleston area, drive out to Hampton Plantation.  The grounds are free!
  • Take the home tour.  I have not yet had the opportunity to experience it as it was not offered on the days I visited.  Check the SC State Park website for times.
  • Stand under the vast canopy of the George Washington Oak
  • Take a stroll to the cemetery to pay your respects to Archibald Rutledge
  • Lose yourself on an enchanting walk through the woods
  • For an extra special experience, read Life's Extras and/or Home by the River by Archibald Rutledge prior to your visit