Southern Comfort

Suppose that you’re a Southern gentleman in the 1840s, and your Philadelphia wife has a hankering to abandon the heat and humidity of the Charleston area and go back home. What do you do?

Doing the Charleston

While current residents of Charleston, South Carolina will likely point out their status as “one of the best cities in the world“, my first impression was of slavery.

Swamped

“Hey Hudson, what’s good to see in South Carolina?”

Come On

You might think, from the title of this post, it’s all a big come on.  Or that it’s a call to arms. But it’s not.

Actually, this post is about eating.

In Living Color

A few weeks ago, I published a post that asked, “Who Needs Color, Anyway?“, showing beauty in black and white. The premise suggested that we find beauty in form, texture, and contrast; that color was just window dressing.

This post suggests that premise was a bunch of hogwash; that color is intrinsic to beauty, and the living colors of nature are exhibit A.

House? That’s Not A House…

When we left off, we left with promises of a mystery mansion.

Pffffttt! Mansions are for wannabes.  A short stroll around a modern subdivision reveals house after house with 2000 square foot plus floor plans. They’re so common they’ve invited the term “McMansions“.

The place we’re talking about is no mere mansion.

Who Needs Color, Anyway?

When we think of flowers, the first thing that comes to mind are the colors that give each of them their distinct character, beauty, and mood.

But are colors really necessary to make a flower beautiful?

Independent Cusses

1776.  A group of Founding Fathers joined together and declared independence from Great Britain, creating that famous document beginning with the words, “When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands…”

I bet you thought those fine fellows were first off the mark, writing such rebellious rhetoric.

Think again.

Hothouse

I’ve considered two openings for this post. Which do you like better?

The Garden Path

And as we walked down the garden path, she sang to us, beautifully.