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The road to Middleton Place takes visitors on a memorable drive along The Ashley River Scenic Highway (State Highway 61) eight miles from Charleston. This is a very special and beautiful stret...
Thinking back, we remember that as children a day seemed to last for a long time, more like the way we experielnce a month now. A year was so long there was no end to it. Gradually our perceptio...
I have the profoundest respect for nature photographers, for not only do I feel like a kinded spirit to them when reading about their lives and viewing their photographs, I also love to do my ow...
Decades : A lot can happen in ten years in Daydreaming on the Porch
Things seem to all come along in decades. The 60s were my formative years as a teenager growing up in the suburbs of New Orleans. I lived in a neighborhood full of old live oak trees. I had ...
A Christmas collection of photos from Charleston in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been taking lots of pictures lately, including special Christmas decorations and tableaux I spot on my walks. It’s a lot of fun when something magical gets my attention. I have to then ge...
To return, to linger and to remember in Daydreaming on the Porch
…the stuff the everydayness is extraordinary when memories and artifacts are all you have. Scott C. Campbell https://www.easttexasphotographer.com/phone/•evelyn-s.html The “things” in our liv...
Lonely train whistle in the night in Daydreaming on the Porch
The loneliest sound on earth is a train whistle in the night. From an online journal, 2:46 a.m. …Every time I hear that whistle blowing, Every time I hear that old black crow, Every time I ...
From the Memory Vault: Crystal Cave in Daydreaming on the Porch
(Written on July 13, 2002; updated on Dec. 11, 2025) It was a pleasant, though somewhat sultry, summer night not long ago in old Charleston’s historic district, and we were all walking in the m...
Lara’s Theme in Daydreaming on the Porch
(From the Memory Vault) Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hope of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are dreams, all that you...
I’ll never forget the morning of August 30, 2005, a day after a vicious hurricane named Katrina nearly destroyed my hometown of New Orleans, flooding 80 percent of the city with up to 20 feet of...
Many years ago I lived in a small college town in North Carolina, near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have...
Unemployment is terrible. Whrn you’re out of work for months at a time, and you don’t have an illness or disability that prevents you from getting out, something as simple as an afternoon walk...
Part 1 (Note : Although this is a rather lengthy entry compared to what I normally post, it represents only a portion of the entire ChatGPT discussion I had last night about a mysterious drea...
Why is our memory so valuable to us? Beyond its obvious role for survival, let us focus on three key aspects: first, we take pleasure in remembering and reminiscing. Second, our memories help us...
I popped a lot of popcorn at my first job in Daydreaming on the Porch
I recently listened once again to Otis Redding’s classic, “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay,” a song that never fails to bring back intense memories from 1968, and my first “real job.” It was rel...
As the years pass without a visit back to the city where I was born and lived for the first 21 years of my life, I tend to think of it a little less often, except for when I read something about...
Barns and vanishing America in Daydreaming on the Porch
Long the epitome of agrarian life, old wood barns are vanishing from the American landscape. Most of my lifetime has been spent in painting and writing, with the steadfast purpose of either revi...
An introvert describes his nocturnal life in Daydreaming on the Porch
I talked to people who painted a magical picture of their nighttime world: of exquisite, profound solitude; of relief, of escape… Author not known It’s after 4 am as I’m writing the beginning ...
The unending majesty of clouds in Daydreaming on the Porch
Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...
I didn’t get my first computer, an Apple Performa, until 1996. I’ll never forget that night. It was a cool spring evening in March. I nervously marched into Office Depot to select and purchase...
The farthest places in Daydreaming on the Porch
In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness. Sarah Orne Jewett Until we learn the lessons inherent in unp...
Solitude versus loneliness in Daydreaming on the Porch
What is solitude but the intentional keeping of one’s own Company. It is not loneliness, which is the temporary lack of comfort and solace apart from others. It is more akin to aloneness, that m...
Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...
I can see him now, sitting in that easy chair in the book-lined room, facing the camera with that wise and all-encompassing intimacy with literature, culture and journalism that had been his hal...
It’s been 5 1/2 years since my mother passed away at end of January 2020 at age 96. She suffered from diabetes and the grievous effects of slowly advancing vascular dementia for the last 15 yea...
