If you’re lucky enough to live in the Lowcountry, every day is a vacation waiting to happen. Follow us over the river and through the marsh…
The Myth of Wild Horses
Written by Mark Shaffer
Tuesday, 22 May 2012 13:37
The Backyard Tourist explores St. Mary’s and Cumberland Island National Seashore
The young bay mare breaks through the dunes and out onto the vast sugary beach at a canter, tossing her head and flaring her nostrils as she spots us. Someone’s built a pretty impressive sandcastle near the tide line. She slows to a leisurely walk, examining this curiosity before stopping to stare at us. Her dappled grey companion ignores us completely and continues to graze off into the fore dunes, munching on the sparse vegetation that literally holds the beach together. She is an equine conundrum and the center of fierce debate and a decades long controversy.
Key acquisitions, bold new initiatives and a new leader propel the Beaufort County Open Land Trust into its Fifth Decade.
Anyone who’s ever admired the view from the bluff of the Beaufort River on Bay Street owes the Land Trust a great big “thanks.” Forty-one years ago the seeds of the Trust were sewn among the stately live oaks as a trio of Beaufortonians formed an alliance to thwart a plan to develop the property.
The Backyard Tourist offers up some practical and professional advice on how to make every picture count.
As soon as the sun comes out for good each spring in the Lowcountry, the azaleas explode, ornamental fruit trees pop, and all manner of wildlife joins the chorus. Meanwhile a ubiquitous clicking signals one of two things: the marsh at low tide crawling with fiddler crabs or the annual return of The Non-Indigenous Shutterbug, (known in scientific circles as Photographicas Ohio).
There are very few situations in which it is wise to literally shoot first and ask questions later. Photography is one of them. Of course, back in the old days when dinosaurs ruled the earth this was not always true. There was this stuff called “film” that came on rolls or even cartridges and loaded into the camera in various ways taking up a great deal of space in both the camera and the camera bag.
The Backyard Tourist suffers acute relapse, reprints old Spring Fever piece
Past is prologue
It’s true. The body of this piece originally appeared in this publication a few years back, shortly after my wife and I washed up on these shores. We were fresh – and by that I mean frigidly preserved – from a stint in Seattle. Shortly after we thawed out, purchased shorts and flip flops and we were no longer stupefied by the strange bright ball in the sky, we gazed around from our barstools and thought, What the hell were we doing in Seattle all that time? Quick, somebody play “Changes in Latitudes,” and bring us more refreshing beverages and locally sourced crustaceans!