All that remains of Charleston's original city museum (founded in 1773) are its columns and brick steps after a fire laid it in ruins during the late 1800's. Considered the nation's oldest museum, it's contents were later moved to a new museum on Meeting Street.
A small stream flowing from Crabtree Falls tumbles over rocks and past fallen trees, inviting one to mentally step into the picture and explore this cool Appalachian habitat.
A favorite place of mine to catch the light of sunset is Shem Creek in Mt. Pleasant, where a combination of boats, docks, and waterside restaurants creates a scenic destination.
A vine-shouldered statue stands hidden in a secret garden, one of the many pleasant tableaux awaiting discovery when strolling through Charleston's historic district.
At dawn, when the tide is high and the waters still, Lowcountry rivers reflect and hold the hues of the expansive sky... to one's eye, it is a timeless scene, and a perfectly peaceful way to begin the day.
A view of Cannon Beach's iconic Haystack Rock (middle left) shows several other sea stacks as well. These geological formations provide perfect nesting habitat for sea birds and are protected as wilderness areas.
I found this art gallery window while wandering around Charleston's French Quarter. I was attracted by the flowers, and also by the painting framed in the window and the colorful house reflected in the glass. In all, there was a wide range of hues contained in this little scene.
A view from atop the tallest peak in the Eastern U.S. takes in the ridges of the Southern Appalachians, and a distant valley where a small lake shimmers softly in the haze.
Yaquina Head Light is Oregon's tallest lighthouse, perched on a basaltic peninsula at the edge of the Pacific Ocean. In the late 1800's, it was know as the Cape Foulweather Lighthouse... a more colorful name in my opinion, one perfectly describing a beacon that guides ships to safe harbor in the worst of maritime conditions.
Behind this ornate gate is a lush, semi-tropical landscape surrounding a white gazebo. Not far from The Battery, it is one of Charleston's prettiest gardens.
A cluster of summer maples shades a spot at Fernbank Park, near the Ohio River in Cincinnati. As September arrives, I bid a farewell to the long summer months... months I remember fondly now, when I was a kid playing in the grassy parks of Ohio, so very long ago. Those were such blissful, innocent days.