Wonderful and much needed Pre-Christmas vacation with friends I hadn’t seen for about 4 years. First time in Charlestown, first time in SC. I kept expecting people to speak in a different language, I felt so far from the Northeast. But then again, it was a 16 hour drive, Rome would have been quicker.
Pier at Folly Beach
Pier at night
Waiting for sunset
Folly Beach just after sunset
Angel Oak. Right out of Middle Earth.
Took the Scenic Route (Route 17). Stopped in Georgetown.
I live about 12 miles from the recent Sandyhook/Newtown shooting. I don’t have any children of my own but I have young nieces and nephews that I love very much. Children seem to be frequently portrayed as carefree, blissful, innocent etc which they are in the right conditions. Conditions are not perfect all the time. The impact such events has on young minds may be imeasurable and long lasting and my heart goes out to the community and the families.
I now reminisce about children in my community back in Zimbabwe. The picture below shows a small farm community in the middle of the country in the area I grew up.
The children in this small farming community have no easy access to some basics. Their faces make me think of the resilience of young children. Which gives me hope for their future.
It is always great to see something different when you sit in a plane for a long time and especially if it involves a passport. I have an incomplete compilation of ceilings etc from Austria and Germany travels. I snuck one in from France.
I had the opportunity to capture a dying breed of hospitals in the Northeast. A psychiatric hospital in New York State that was closed in January 1994 due to budgetary reasons and increased drive for de-institutionalization.
The buildings are generally closed to the public. “Generally” is an understatement. Crumbling ceilings and walls insulated with asbestos are enough to make the mesothelioma tort lawyers rich forever. Peeling lead paint on the walls, though urbanely interesting is probably enough to make me a health hazard as I leave the building.
I was surprised to find the wards/rooms were not completely enclosed. I guess I expect every mental institution to be maximum security. Uhh, thinking about it more carefully, I guess it doesn’t have to be.
My tour did not end well…another story for another day. So I took a small detour to cleanse my psyche!