“Although we are part of nature, nature is greater than us, infinite in its variety, fascintating in its ingenuity, able to inspire awe, reverence, and terror. We are creatures of nature and cannot enjoy optimum physical or emotional well being if we have too little contact with it. Biologist E.O. Wilson coined the term ‘biophilia’ which means love of life or living systems to describe this innate human need. I believe it to be as real as our needs for food, sex, love and community.” – Andrew Weil, from Spontaneous Happiness

Sky Awe over the Lowcountry near Edisto Island

original painting by C.Hutson Wrenn '11

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 30,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 11 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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She has been the sweetest of abodes. But all things change. There are 2.09 acres and two lots. I have it listed with Jim Kempson, C-843-509-6890, as of Monday, and I really need to sell it quickly, my friends. (I paid $245,000 in 2007)

The land is sandwiched between the 5000 acre Botany Bay Plantation and the 1000 acre SC State Park, which are both permanently preserved. Kayak in Frampton Creek, and put in your boat at the landing on Botany Bay Road managed by Meg Hoyle.

That price includes both building lots, and road frontage on Edingsville Beach Road. There is already a septic tank big enough for a four bedroom house, and a deep well. You can also put a guesthouse on this 1.09 unrestricted acre lot (and as many sheds and outbuildings without bathrooms that you want!) The back lot is a full acre . There is a fenced garden area on the back acre on which you can build a house and a guesthouse on also. This full acre which is mostly cleared, yet with many gorgeous grand oaks, and a small grove. So, you can deed one lot to a family member and keep one. Build two houses and two guest houses. Unrestricted land which is a great asset. There are FOUR hook-up now for RV’s now, as previous owners had their children come and stay in RV’s. Taxes were about $440. per lot last year. CLICK TO MAKE PICS BIGGER:)
Call me at 704.408.8450 anytime. Or contact JIM KEMPSON C-843-509-6890 Office: 843-869-3163 jimkempson@seaislandrealty.com

The drive into the beautifully treed, east facing lot

Giant Oaks facing Edingsville Beach

Wild Turkeys on the back acre Lot:)

Moi in the garden! 14x22 feet of luscious local joy!

Botany Bay. 5x7 oil on panel.

My pencil portrait of Jonathan Green, Feb.2011

His presence is colorful and charming, like his paintings. My favorite of these is one I saw large and life size at The Gibbes Museum. It is called Seeking. It is now at Mepkin Abbey.

Born in the small Gullah community of Gardens Corner, South Carolina, the area is rich with history. It is on the beautiful drive down US Hwy 17 on the way to Savannah. Jonathan Green was educated at the Art Institute of Chicago and began a slow and steady rise in Chicago’s arts world. He has in the last few years returned to the south, and works from his studio on Daniel Island. Chuma Gallery in Charleston also carries his work. And look for it in the new inside Market downtown.

Daughters of the South by Jonathan Green

In beautiful interviews by The History Makers online, he recalls a sense of alienation due to his homosexuality. Using those feelings of apartness, as a child Green began to use it to fuel his art. In these interviews Green also richly details Gullah life and language and some history of South Carolina. “Artist and painter, Jonathan Green recalls friendships with the Chicago’s movers and shakers and how they supported his art…(he) discusses the inspiration behind his works, the Gullah and Cubist influences, and also discusses his patron and later, boyfriend, Richard Weedman and his influence on his career. Green also details that creating art is also maintining a business and shares how that goal is achieved. Artist and painter, Jonathan Green shares his hopes of racial unity and hopes his body of work is representative of his legacy.”

It grew in the black mud.
It grew under the tiger’s orange paws.
Its stems thicker than candles, and as straight.
Its leaves like the feathers of egrets, but green.
The grains cresting, wanting to burst.
Oh, blood of the tiger.

I don’t want you to just sit at the table.
I don’t want you just to eat, and be content.
I want you to walk into the fields
Where the water is shining, and the rice has risen.
I want you to stand there, far from the white tablecloth.
I want you to fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.