The air and skies always look and feel incredibly clear in the far marshlands.
This was a slow passĀ in Bear Island, South Carolina.
A treat to see.
The air and skies always look and feel incredibly clear in the far marshlands.
This was a slow passĀ in Bear Island, South Carolina.
A treat to see.
Every storm or hurricane does just a little more to the coastal Lowcountry.
Fishing in an old rice field.
Little Blue Heron.
First, the best I’ve got is a Laughing Gull. In summer they have a black head, winter they look like this. Except this was taken third week of September. Gulls don’t use calendars so maybe he was a little early.
The one above has a shrimp, or parts there of.
These were taken on a high wooden overlook making the angle a bit interesting. There was a steep bank down to the shoreline here.
It was high enough for the following shots to be at a downward angle. You don’t get to shot Gulls this way often.
Coastal waters, even rivers, here are filled with shrimp giving us a large number of feeding birds at any one time. If you can spot one or two birds fishing chances are there is a good photo op nearby.
It’s just hot and sunny and we had a slew of Butterfly today.
I do love the Lowcountry.
This tabernacle is surrounded by 99 ‘tents’, old cabins really, and is used for revival style Methodist Church meetings once a year. Camp meetings at Indian Field started in 1801, down the road, and moved here in 1838. A revival has been held here every year since.
Note; there are several camps around South Carolina, we have previously published articles on a few including this one.
Very often the early āfire and brimstoneā sermons would bring in more people than a house or a church building could handle. This tabernacle can seat about 1,000 people.
The layout of Indian Fields is based on the biblical story of the Israelites erecting tents, representing the tribes of Israel, encircling a tabernacle. Electricity has been added as well as basic well water.
It’s best described as an adventure to experience and photograph all this history.
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Something we don’t see in the Lowcountry.
Taken on the South Carolina, Georgia border recently. The mountains start there.
I probably have not walked a falls since New England.
A few days ago we braved the heat and went out for a morning in some marshes. We had to be early because the heat was again near the 100 degree (38 C) mark.
As expected man and beast was hiding in the shade.
Even the Great Blue above looked to be too hot bother with us or fishing.
The Heron is standing on a new wooden trunk used for water flow control. Even this far out they repair the old trunks.