The last set in the series.




As we pulled into the dirt road I glanced towards the old rice fields and said “Oh, that’s just a log”. I ignored it and got out of the car. Funny…the tree had no branches.
Second glance showed it had eyes and a tail. However, still the size of a tree.
Step on the dike, and look down…
Obviously not a tree.
This was one of the biggest, laying and watching the silly humans scurry around.
I walked far enough away to see if the grasses would give some perspective to his size. A little help but it would have been better if he was next to a car, or van. He was that big.
Looking down the long field, main entrance, to the manor house. Once this building was attached to another similar building. Like many of the plantations it was burned during the US civil war.
Prior to the civil war this stretch of land, along the marsh and river had multiple huge rice plantations and may have been the wealthiest part of the US.
Old stables and barns here still have large work horses.