Hilton Head: another room with a view
Hilton Head: another room with a view
We are back in Evanston, but the photos were taken from or directly in front of our room in Hilton Head, South Carolina.
The worse thing about the island is that you can’t see most of it. For reasons of ego and paranoia, the permanent residents hide behind security gates that block you if not at every turn, then often enough to be a significant irritation. I’m not sure just what they are afraid of. There is no sign of impoverished hordes gathering to deprive them of their possessions.
Although we are obviously infected with flatness and carry it with us--the sound of surf that reached our room was caused by nothing more than 8” wavelets--there was color and space.
I can’t see across Lake Michigan, but my mind knows that land is only fifty miles away. Looking at the ocean in Hilton Head my mind knew that the nearest land was three thousand miles away. It makes a difference. My spirit soared.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008