It’s been crazy in Oregon lately, to the point I now find myself under house arrest.Continue reading “House Arrest”
Back in 1982 Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder released a tune called Ebony and Ivory, where they sang:
Ebony and ivory, live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?
Recently, new neighbors moved in, and we’ve had to ask ourselves, “can we live up to that standard?”Continue reading “Ebony and Ivory”
What do you do when you have a blog oriented around travel photography, and the dictates of a global pandemic says, “thou shalt not travel!”Continue reading “Ain’t That Just Dandy”
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?Continue reading “Southern Comfort”
“Hey Hudson, what’s good to see in South Carolina?”
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.
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.
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.
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?