
Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. ~Dorothy Lange
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Parents-a blessing

Sunday, December 27, 2009
The mountains are calling

Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sign of the times!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
What Lies Around the Bend?

Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Boom-Yow

Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Reagan

Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Being a Tiger is still better than being a Gamecock!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Another Bench

Monday, November 23, 2009
Jack


Sunday, November 22, 2009
Red Barn

Thursday, November 19, 2009
A long way to the top

Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Just Precious

Saturday, November 14, 2009
Family

Friday, November 13, 2009
Always in Style

Sunday, November 8, 2009
Contrast

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Thursday, October 22, 2009
Three of a kind

Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Oh Deere!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tiny Rider

Sunday, October 11, 2009
Old Farm Days
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Waiting
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Last of Summer's Bounty

Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Scuppernongs--The Taste of Fall

The fruit of my childhood. Daddy had a huge scuppernong arbor. As children we climbed in it, played house under it and used it as a hiding place during a game of hide and seek. But come September you could smell the fruit on the vine. The smell and taste of scuppernongs bring back a flood of childhood memories for me. My sisters and I picked the ripe fruit which our parents took to work and sold for a quarter a quart. This was our fair money to spend each year when the Anderson County Fair came to town. My dad now has a smaller arbor but the fruit smells and tastes exactly the same. Want to know what fall tastes like--a scuppernong. At least it tastes like fall to me.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
All Shapes and Sizes

Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Along the river

Thursday, September 10, 2009
Beyond the Blue Door
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Along the street

Monday, September 7, 2009
High Above the Water

Ronnie and I spent a wonderful relaxing week-end in Charleston. We stayed at a hotel near the Ravenel Bridge and got up early (well not too early) to walk to the peak of the bridge. What a beautiful view of Charleston Harbor. More shots coming--I think I probably took 400 pictures over this short weekend. There is so much to see in Charleston. We haven't been in 5 years. I won't wait that long to return.
Monday, August 31, 2009
A Look Back
Also pictured here are my grandparents, all now deceased. On the left--my mom's parent--Big Daddy and Big Mama. Although after 25 years of calling her Big Mama, she decided she didn't like that name because she wasn't big and we had to start calling her Grandmama McKinley. Big Daddy used to pour his coffee in a saucer to let it cool and then sipped it from the saucer. We of course had to follow his example.
On the right, my dad's parent's--Mama Lucy and Papa Hop. I didn't know Papa Hop very well. He died when I was about 6. I know he was a barber. But Mama Lucy--who also later changed her name to Grandma--taught us how to crochet and let us cut paper dolls out of her old pattern books.
My grandfathers both died when I was young, but my grandmothers played an important role in my life as a young person.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Standing Tall

The U.S. government designated Pensacola as a naval base 1824, and authorized a lighthouse for the location--making Pensacola the oldest lighthouse site on the Gulf Coast. At 80 feet in height and blocked by trees; the original lighthouse was not tall or bright enough for the location, and was replaced in 1859. The tower's stands an impressive height of 171 feet which is augmented by it's location on a hill.
The first Keeper, Jeremiah Ingraham, was appointed December 22, 1824 and served as keeper until his death on September 6th 1840. His wife, Michaela, succeeded him and continued as the keeper until her death in 1855.
At the start of the Civil War, Pensacola and the mainland were taken over by Confederate forces while across the bay, Fort Pickens was in Union hands. On April 12, 1861, the same day that the first shot of the Civil War was fired at Ft. Sumter, the occupying confederate troops extinguished the light. They feared the Union Naval ships were using the light to re-supply Ft. Pickens. As part of the siege of Fort Pickens, the lighthouse was used as a lookout tower and cannons and mortars were emplaced in the immediate vicinity. On November 22 and 23, 1861 the opposing sides exchanged canon fire. The lighthouse was struck several times by Union shot but not badly damaged. Following evacuation of the confederates the Union Army tried to re-exhibit the light. They found that the lens and apparatus had been removed. Following the end of the war a fourth-order lens served temporary duty until it was replaced by the present lens.
Prior to 1939, the lighthouse operation was done using clockwork mechanisms. The light was done in oil, whereby the Keeper would have to traverse the spiraling steps of the 171 foot tower with a 5 gallon bucket of oil. In 1939 the old mechanisms were taken out and the lighthouse became electrified. In 1965, the lighthouse operations became automated.
At present time, the Pensacola Lighthouse is maintained by the US Coast Guard, but it is located on the Pensacola Naval Air Station. The NAS is open to the public, and the grounds are accessible for a lighthouse visit. Tours of the tower are only by appointment or during summer Sundays.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Coming Soon
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Last One--I promise

Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Shiny but not new
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Fresh Flowers

Taken at a friend's home. I noticed this lovely bouquet under the lamp light. It made a nice image. Thank you Janis C.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A Quiet Spot

Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Longing for Rain

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