You can follow the cherry blossom trail and drive under canopies of white flowers. The ground is covered with white petals. It is quite marvelous.

After the pink pancake fireman breakfast, we wandered around central park to see the Mustang Exhibit. Over 70 mustangs of all vintages. While the children were busy riding some death spiral contraption, I noticed a cherry blossom tree nearby and decided to take a few photographs.

This weekend, we had the opportunity to go pick daffodils on Cat Island.  This annual event is a sure sign that spring is soon to arrive. Normally, the daffodil picking happens in February, but with the unseasonably cold weather Beaufort experienced, it was pushed back to mid-March. The public is invited to the farm and can pick as many of the yellow flowers as they can carry.

Much to the dismay of the rest of my party, I was busier taking photos than picking flowers. They made it a point to let me know my future was not in floral harvesting… That’s ok, we all have our areas of expertise. Mine does not include plucking daffodils from the ground.

The snow, I could reluctantly deal with. However, not content with a deluge of heavy wet stuff, temperature plummeted to a breezy 4 degrees Fahrenheit! Good Grief! It reinforces my resolve to stay put in my coastal oasis.

So what does a crazy camera-wielding Beaufortonian do? Go outside and take photographs.

With the moon being visible in the afternoon sky, I thought it would be nice to capture the symbols of the South Carolina flags. Besides, the Palmetto and Moon are also part of our company logo.

While this is not exactly a crescent moon, it still turned out nicely.

On a recent business trip to the Chicago area, I was looking for something to photograph. As it turns out, the building had this water feature in a courtyard.  I’m sure the office workers were wondering who the strange man laying on the ground was.

Sometimes, to get a cool photograph you simply have to change your perspective. Get down on the ground or step up on a ladder.

For a week, it perched on my office window, patiently waiting for meal time to arrive. It figured out that flies congregate around the lit window at night.

One day, it simply didn’t show up. This photograph is an ode to my little friend.

I’ll let nature speak for itself on this one.

This was a potent reminder of why we love the low country. Where else can you get such a magnificent vista from a downtown park?

Beaufort Sunset