Photographed in a spot that has been reclaimed by a swamp.
The last two years this has been dry and empty of anything except a passing hawk.
The water has flowed back this year and the first to move in have been White Ibis.
A few trips back there did provide additional images still to be finished. I have been trying to catch up in chronological order while waiting out the pandemic.
In the 1680’s the Huguenot’s, Protestants, fled Catholic France as their rights were stripped by King Louis XIV. A group came to Charleston and founded this church in 1685. The first church was built and set the boundaries for the Charleston French Quarter. Today the quarter is one of the most popular tourist areas here.
The current building was completed in 1844.
The sanctuary is smaller than some of the other old churches in town, but to me this is probably the most beautiful.
Other than Sunday services visits are limited to a few days in the spring and fall. The only way I have been able to photograph this landmark is when I pass by and stumble on an open door day.
A Great Egret was wandering along the edge of this swamp island. No doubt there was plenty of small things to catch and eat here.
The bad news here is what we don’t see. The biggest Alligators here all rest in this island. Any time I walk by and take the time to study the tangled growth I find multiple ‘big guys’.
This day there wasn’t any incident.
Constructed 1751 – 1761.
Tiffany and Company stained glass windows.
The oldest surviving church in Charleston.
National Historic Register.
St. Michael’s, Meeting Street, Charleston.
The view from both sides.
The first taken from the second floor of the Nathaniel Russel House.
The view from the staircase, an old church yard.
Below is looking towards the window, from the grave yard of the First Scots Presbyterian Church, Meeting Street, Charleston .
The church yard was shot about a week after the Russel House.
I thought I had seen every position they could do.
However, I never considered doing it in reverse.
They are great hunters.
But not perfect. He dropped it in the field of flowers.
Birds Of Prey, Charleston, South Carolina.
Found on a walk.
Though I admit it wasn’t all that difficult.
