Fence in snow

A fence protecting the pasture at Craig Farm, in Lancaster Co. South Carolina. Photo taken during the snow storm of 12 Feb 2014

40 Acre Rock

Another one of my images selected for inclusion in the SCIWAY's South Carolina Picture Project.


http://www.sciway.net/sc-photos/lancaster-county/forty-acre-rock.html

Today's Adventures

Today was a most interesting day. First while eating at a local hamburger joint, I had a conversation with a lonely senior, a WWII, Korea and Vietnam vet named Ira. Unlike many of his generation, Ira answer the call of duty in 1940, before Pearl Harbor was attacked. We exchanged military stories, talked a little about our families. Upon leaving I thanked him for his service for our country.

Drove up to Indian Land looking for possible photos  for "The Lancaster News" Indian Land photo contest. Most people when they think of Indian Land they thing of all the upper class communities, or the many new companies that are moving to Lancaster, SC. I was looking for something other than developed land.

Hike a little through Bailes Ridge Nature Trail LCPR,  a 3 acres park, located at Hwy 160 & Old Bailes Rd. Took about 50 to 60 photos along the train. After leaving the nature park I head home.

Before getting home while driving along Van Wyck Rd. I spied two men working in a large field by hand, no tractor to help with the planting. I stopped and asked if it was ok to take of photo of them. One came over to talk, and the other said okay to  be photographed. The man was name Terry and he was the owner of the Ivy Place. They were planting blueberries.

So now I am home and getting ready to process the photos to see if I have anything for the contest.

Clouds over the Catawba River

Speed boating moving along the Catawba River, beneath puffy clouds.

The Last Rose of Summer

A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not 

pluck the beautiful rose before its time.

A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not pluck the beautiful rose before its time.

'TIS the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone ;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone ;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
To pine on the stem ;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh ! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone ?
~ Thomas More

 

To sooth the soul

I go to nature to be soothed and healed,

and to have my senses put in order.

~  John Burroughs

What better way to relax and recharge our connection with Mother Earth, than a quiet walk in the woods. Landsford Canal, Chester County, South Carolina.