One of the things I loved most about going to school in the mountains of Boone, NC was its isolation from the rest of the world. It was so easy as a student to focus on school work, and, as an artist, I was surrounded by inspiration at every turn.

Living in Boone in the summertime was the best though. After all the kids left, it felt like we had the entire town to ourselves. It was quiet and although we didn’t have AC, we made the best of it–leaving our doors and windows open at night, we’d fall asleep to the sound of nature and nothing else.

One similarity I’ve found between living in Boone and living in Charleston is that if you’re willing to drive a short while you can find that same sort of isolation. Botany Bay is one of those places. Nature in the raw, a vision of what the world would be if it were untouched by the hand of man.

I recently joined the rest of the free world and bought my first iPhone. My droid had, what I considered, a decent camera on it, but it’s not nearly as nice as the iPhone camera. I find myself taking way more pictures than I used to… with my phone, at least. My eagerness to take photographs always comes and goes in phases. I seem to have a hibernation period that I enter right around fall/winter—a dead zone where I don’t take any photos. I really should just bring that damn camera everywhere I go.

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Moving threw off my game. Between adjusting to a new town, freelancing, and trying to find a real full time job I have completely quit taking pictures. Chris recently got his own Canon, so we’re both slowly getting back into it. Fall is also my favorite time of year, the humidity has finally broke and I’m ready to be outside more with my camera at my side.

While cleaning off my memory card I found a few gems from our visit to Fort Moultrie back in August.

On one of our many urb-ex missions in the old Navy Yard, Chris and I stumbled upon the old Naval Hospital. I had read about it previously online, and immediately recognized the white building flanked by two anchors—it’s doors sealed shut. It’s a lovely old building despite it’s rapid decay. We found a few open spaces but didn’t spend too much time inside since the heat was climbing and many of the hallways were pitch black. We plan on coming back though, with powerful flashlights and a lot of courage on my part. I’ve never seen a ghost but I would suspect investigating an old hospital would up my chances.