I shared a story with my dear friend Chuck Wells the first day I saw this magnificant work of the Morris Island lighthouse. This lighthouse was one of the most powerful reasons I moved to South Carolina; second only to the yearning to reside closer to my only sister. After the death of my mother and my father moving to St. Augustine Florida, I felt very alone in Philadelphia. I decided to take a trip to Charleston on Thanksgiving 2002. While swimming in the Atlantic on an unusually (what I thought was unusual) hot Autumn day, I heard this small distant voice of my sister who didn't fancy the deep water adventures as I, faintly reach my ear from the shore. "Turn around, turn around" she yelled. Right there in the shadow of the Morris Island lighthouse crested three dolphins not more than three feet away from where I tread water. I cannot put into words what that day did for me. All I know is that that lighthouse and the ocean and all of it's frolicking inhabitants called to me to move my little life, often kept in a suitcase, to Charleston the following year. Thank God for lighthouses that lead us to safe shores. Thank God for friends like Chuck Wells who capture their powerful influence and beauty on canvas. Thank you Chuck for being a most treasured friend.
I shared a story with my dear friend Chuck Wells the first day I saw this magnificant work of the Morris Island lighthouse. This lighthouse was one of the most powerful reasons I moved to South Carolina; second only to the yearning to reside closer to my only sister. After the death of my mother and my father moving to St. Augustine Florida, I felt very alone in Philadelphia. I decided to take a trip to Charleston on Thanksgiving 2002. While swimming in the Atlantic on an unusually (what I thought was unusual) hot Autumn day, I heard this small distant voice of my sister who didn't fancy the deep water adventures as I, faintly reach my ear from the shore. "Turn around, turn around" she yelled. Right there in the shadow of the Morris Island lighthouse crested three dolphins not more than three feet away from where I tread water. I cannot put into words what that day did for me. All I know is that that lighthouse and the ocean and all of it's frolicking inhabitants called to me to move my little life, often kept in a suitcase, to Charleston the following year. Thank God for lighthouses that lead us to safe shores. Thank God for friends like Chuck Wells who capture their powerful influence and beauty on canvas. Thank you Chuck for being a most treasured friend.
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