A Truck, a Few Deer, and a Horse

Does anyone care to identify the make, model, and year of this vehicle for me? Who left it here? How long ago did they abandon this truck?  She (yes, I call all cars "shes") is sitting just off an old abandoned road on the  property and I've enjoyed seeing her for a number of years now. Some might say that she should be hauled off, but I think she adds to the scenery. She has been here much longer than I have and could perhaps be called another ghost of the property. The woods and swamp appear to have accepted her, and who am I to change that? I was riding Haley along the abandoned road one afternoon when she came to a dead stop. I

 looked on the ground for a snake or something else that might have disturbed her, could not find anything, and decided to make her continue. I looked up and spied a momma deer with two of her offspring grazing right by this truck. Haley and I sat and watched them for about five minutes or so until they startled and ran off. Haley had not moved a muscle until that point, but when they moved on, she promptly continued her walk down the road!

Thunder and Lightning

One year while we were staying on Pawleys Island, one of the typical summer thunder storms came up in the afternoon. I grabbed the camera, went out on the dock, and took some pictures of the storm. There were two  photographs that I really liked. Looking straight out from the dock and toward the ocean, you can see the heavy thunder clouds as they pass by just off the coast.

I turned to my left to look up the beach and captured this shot. If I had been trying to get this shot, it never would have happened! Nature is beautiful even when she is quite destructive.

Oak Trees and Spirits

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This oak tree is on the side of the old dirt road on the property. Oak trees are so majestic, and I often wonder about the stories they would tell if they could only speak. Or do they speak? My mind certainly weaves tales of what the oak has witnessed. This property was once part of a Legare family plantation. The house seen in the background was a sharecropper's cabin after 1865. We use it now for storage, but what was its purpose before the war ended? Was this oak tree part of that setting? How many hurricanes has the oak experienced? The huge knots that have been left behind by decayed or ravished branches and the large exposed roots on the ground beneath make me believe that the oak has been here for quite some time and is older than its trunk size reveals. Did people of other times sit beneath its limbs and wonder exactly what I am wondering now?
                 There are presences on this land. There are no evil feelings here, only good. It is as if these spirits realize that we love the land as much as they must have. I have felt them while walking in the woods, in the cabin, and by the barn. An elderly gentleman rocks in his chair in the upstairs of the cabin seen here. I have heard him rocking and after questioning the prior owners, I believe he is their grandfather who was born, lived, and died on this property and in this house. If this tree could only speak to me...