Lost Point Tour Again

Since YouTube just destroys gorgeous video, I'll post this one again from MetaCafe. (Pardon any porn that appears on their banner ad when you embed a video.) Not that their quality is that much better, but like Blip.tv, it's somewhat better quality. Then again, compression simply creates a compromised product any 'ole way you chop it up. And silly me, Joey was saying "DeLoss Point" all along; his genuine Geechee (White Gullah, if that makes any cultural soup sense) accent has become so thick again, now that he's moved back to Da Lowcountry, I misinterpreted!


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Lowcountry History Tour

Cap'n JoeBob, seen here on his boat narrating this short South Carolina history doc from the S.C. Intercoastal Waterways, and I used to work together for years in small dark rooms all day long editing corporate videos for The Home Depot. We never got a whole lot of corporate-y work done for all our chronic Lowcountry daydreaming and reminiscing. Bless our hearts, we tried though. Kinda.

Needless to say, Joey made it out of the ATL and back to Paradise faster'n I did. I do get to visit when time/life permit though; Joe and his wife Annie's southern hospitality is as rich and plentiful as their kindness and friendship. Here's a recent outing... in what is now Joey's backyard.

Lowcountry Ways

And yeah, some video will be coming soon, filled with tales of nefarious Intercoastal pirates, ruined plantations and the natural wonder of what is the ACE Basis.

Lowcountry Dreamin' On Such An Inner City Day

This is where my dear pals JoeBob and Annie live. JoeBob switches to just Joe when in the "da buhg suddy" (that's Gullah for "the big city") of Atlanta. Above is the view from their Lowcountry kitchen window. JoeBob says he can go for hours without a single car going by the house. On the other hand, the nearest place to hear live music is 45 minutes away, in Savannah. The nearest take-out is 20 minutes away. Life in the Lowcountry means learning to like your own cooking, little excitement, calming beauty all around, and being at one at being left to your own devices.

Intracoastal Dreamin'

Pluff mud, marsh grass and john boats. Fiddler crabs and creek shrimp. Oyster roasts in winter. The faintest wiff of Coppertone and the incessant mosquito whine hanging in the salt air all through the long, long summertime.

My dear friends, Joey (see above) and Annie Hindman, moved back to their beloved Lowcountry recently, after a professional lifetime working the ATL.

Here's what they see now when they look out the back door. And no, I'm not going to bash my head into the wall with envy. No, not today.

I'z goin in dat john boat up da crik git me some shrumps an fush soon doh. Yep dat I'z gonna do.