Showing posts with label spanish moss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spanish moss. Show all posts

Monday, November 7, 2016

Painting Dixie ...




“Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away

In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland, that’s where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on …”
  
          ~ “An American Trilogy”
 ~ songwriters Don Reedman, Nick Patrick and Robin Smith
           ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley, 
                                                ~1972
 
The light of a southern fall sunset softly sweeps through the Spanish Moss and reflects in the lagoon, painting a serene Dixieland evening in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Autumn In Dixie ...




“I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.”
                     ~ Pat Conroy
                           ~ 1945-2016
                                                                    
Autumn’s colors dance with Spanish Moss in the Dixieland breeze on a sunlit October day in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend of the Spanish Moss
The story says that Gorez Goz, a bearded Spanish villain, journeyed to our shores and spied a beautiful Indian maid. He bought her for a yard of braid and a little bar of soap.

The Indian maid was so afraid of this bearded beast that she fled cover over the hill and glade with him in pursuit. Tiring, she climbed to the top of a tree, with the Spaniard close behind. She dove from the tree to the stream below. The villian’s beard and whiskers became entangled in the branches holding him back while she got away.

Gorez Goz’s life was at a loss, but his beard lives on as dangling Spanish Moss!

Friday, November 30, 2012

Carolina in The Morning ...

 "Nothing could be finer 
    than to be in Carolina in the morning ..."
                    ~
                   "Carolina In The Morning"

The opening lines to the 1922 song come to life on a beautiful November morning at the Pinckney Island National Wildlife Refuge, a 4, 053-acre national wildlife refuge located in Beaufort County, South Carolina, between the mainland and Hilton Head. 


Pinckney Island NWR, established December 4, 1975, was once included in the plantation of Major General Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, a prominent lawyer active in South Carolina politics from 1801-1815.