A World Apart

Last weekend I was incredibly fortunate to photograph a charming wedding on Spring Island. A 3,000 acre private island off the coast of South Carolina, Spring is one of the sea islands with a captivating history involving immense wealth, cotton, war, and the demise of a family and a way of life. But today new life wends its way in and around what has survived on the island. An Arnold Palmer golf course wraps around the tabby ruins, weddings and celebrations are held under the centuries old live oaks, and alluring new old homes are being built around the shrimp ponds and cotton fields. Join me for an enchanting getaway under the canopy of the oaks and Spanish moss...
After crossing Callawassie Island, you cross the bridge into Spring---



Many, many, many Live Oaks covered in Resurrection fern. During the South's hot summers, and little rain, this small fern will dry up, turn brown, and appear dead. As the first raindrops splatter the sturdy branches of the oak , the fern will uncurl and, once again, become green, lush, and full of life. When we arrived on Thursday these ferns were completely brown. A huge storm thundered in that night and Friday morning we were greeted with a deep greenness as we drove onto the island.
An old plantation building.


Sandy roads.
Delicate fronds waving gently in the sultry breeze.

To be continued....