When the sky turns and the winds pickup it’s time to leave.

Except we usually slow down to see what we can photograph. It’s a balancing act, since the car or shelter is not on the next corner here.
This is something I never knew existed before moving here. Don’t know why, it makes perfect sense. A very, very, long pier into a marsh from your backyard.
Of course you need a hoist of some type to raise and lower a boat and other stuff. If the tide is right, just drop down and move on out into the ocean.
I did not know this Butterfly is referred to as the “Passion Butterfly’. I do not know much about any butterfly so of course I searched on line. Hence the Passion tidbit.
Their primary territory is Florida and Texas. Considering how many we have they must be like Maine Black Flies. Everywhere, in everything.
They can migrate as far as Central and South America. One document I read stated “they migrate north through Florida, and migrate south through Florida”. That was so enlightening I had to read it twice.
They also have the ability to emit a distinct and obvious odor which is composed of several different types of chemicals, such as 6-methyl-5-hepten-2-one and hexadecyl acetate.
If this is not enough information on the Gulf Fritillary there is lots of information on the internet… even the mating ritual.
Good luck with that.
The first cathedral was built in 1854 but it burned in the great Charleston fire of 1861. An enormous part of the city was destroyed. This building was started in 1890, completed in 1907.
The church is known for it’s rare Franz Mayer & Co. stained glass.
Like many of the Charleston churches, and there are many, the doors can usually be found open to the public. Sad, but not common anymore.
This is the first article in a series of photographs of this historic church.