No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Friday, August 3, 2012
Photography Post - Creek on Edisto Island
A tidal creek on Edisto Island. The photograph was taken from the current bridge and I assume the pilings are the remnants of a former bridge.
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Charlotte Hutson Wrenn, Artist
said...
Store Creek. Where the Indians did business. Your eye is good. The pilings to old bridge are the only remnants of the road called the King's Highway, which crossed the creek here before the road was straightened.
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Store Creek. Where the Indians did business. Your eye is good. The pilings to old bridge are the only remnants of the road called the King's Highway, which crossed the creek here before the road was straightened.
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