The captivating odor of salty air, hot sun on warm cedars and pines, and the rich tang of pluff mud.
That’s the scent of the Lowcountry.
A land full of water…creeks, rivers, inlets, sounds, and of course, the sea.
The wide open spaces of the salt marshes are the perfect meeting of the drama of the sky, and the light across water and grasses.
A late afternoon storm was blowing in with clouds blocking the last of the sun, leaving ribbons of light on the water.
Watching a storm roll in over that big an expanse, whether it’s the marsh or the ocean, is a reminder of how big nature is, and how truly small humans are in the grand scheme of things.