On this unseasonably balmy day, Horace and I ventured out in the boat and headed for a little island between Tybee and Daufuskie at the mouth of the Savannah River and the Atlantic. At high tide, we anchored at our destination whereupon Horace began speaking Latin to me. Not French, but fine! Turns out, Turtle Island is a classic coastal hammock which means that several types of grasses, hedges and trees show up to include southern red cedar, cabbage palmetto, Yaupon holly, sea ox-eye, smooth cord grass and sand cord grass. What didn't show; any sign of any turtle anywhere.
We did remark on plentiful deer tracks, prolly thousands of horseshoe crab shells and I picked up this little birdie's beak for the house.
photo: DHB, iphone, italiano
That aside, the point of our visit: to acquire photo reference for an upcoming performance at 34th and Habersham in early January (stay tuned).
I've stitched together a number of photos from which to paint.
(proportional to 8' x 72')
And I feel a series of this grassy, wild island coming on as well.