A Christmas morning on Folly Beach, and the marsh held its breath. Fog swallowed the distance, leaving only the rusted hull of a forgotten vessel, marsh grass mirrored in still water, and the ghost of a working dock fading into grey. There is grief here, and beauty — the quiet dignity of things that have outlasted their purpose.
Shot in the cool stillness of a winter morning, this image captures the melancholy and magic of the South Carolina coast at its most unguarded.
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