|Byways and highways in the low country of South Carolina are rural and rustic.|
|Beach side campground.|
No electricity. Just nature.
The dunes and sea oats separate the camp from the ocean.
|View from the path to the beach.|
|This driftwood was wrapped around the steel beam.|
The rust infused itself into the wood.
|This tree stopped me up short.|
It spoke to me.
It seemed like a natural metaphor for my life.
From big and strong to sawed off short...
But making an optimistic comeback.