Views over the salt marshes on Pinckney Island. Those little black spots all over the water are crabs.
This island was once part of a plantation belonging to a Major General Pinckney. My own ancestors settled all over the South -- Virginia, North Carolina, Georgia, Alabama -- in the 17th and 18th centuries, sometimes in environments very similar to this, but I can't imagine wanting to live here, wanting to claim it as my own, calling it home. It's so alien to me.
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