“What we can know with any confidence derives from the experience of the senses.” – John Locke (1632-1704) from “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” I am an artist, not a formal historian, philosopher, or genealogist. My take on the world…
“What we can know with any confidence derives from the experience of the senses.” – John Locke (1632-1704) from “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding” I am an artist, not a formal historian, philosopher, or genealogist. My take on the world…
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night, sailed off in a wooden shoe…..sailed on a river of crystal light… into a sea of dew… As a child, one of my favorite books was a beautifully illustrated poem called Wynken Blynken and…
The following “Legend” was found in a little red book by E.C. McCants (Dr. Elliot Crayton McCants, PhD 1865-1953) called History Stories and Legends of South Carolina, 1927, The Southern Publishing Co. Dallas, Texas. The book was brought to me…
Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Briefly, in the dreams of the early South Carolina colony, a perfect little island south of Charleston, was picked by the Lords Proprietors,…
It’s not a dirt row-ud now. It’s what an Edisto islander once called one of those newly paved main roads. In dialect so distinctive of the sea islands, Point of Pines Road would have been called a “rock row-ud” once…
“Red bird came…firing up the landscape…as nothing else could.” A poet friend sent me a book this week called Red Bird. It is a book of delectable poems by Mary Oliver, who also lives by the sea. On Edisto Island,…
Mary Woodward Hutson (1717-1757) whose very proper portrait this is, hardly came from what some Charlestonians would call ‘proper’ stock. Her grandfather, and mine, many generations ago, was Henry Woodward, an Englishman who arrived near Edisto Island in 1666 with…
Charleston Through an Artist's eye 