Thursday, May 19, 2005
live oak and tire swing
Two years ago we vacationed in the Carolinas. It's often my habit to leave the main roads and drive the countryside to find things of interest. North of Charleston we left the highway and drove towards the coast, coming upon the very tiny communty of McClellanville. This is where the shrimp boats make safe harbor. It was hot and dead still, not a blade of grass moved nor leaf rustled. The tire swing hung in the middle of town, suspended from a majestic, ancient live oak tree dripping with Spanish moss. I'd brought along an inexpensive point and click film camera, and the package of film I'd purchased contained a bonus roll of black and white. The scene was from another time and another place. To Kill a Mockingbird came to mind and I half expected Scout and Jem to come along and pass their afternoon hanging from the tire swing.