We woke up this morning to a winter wonderland
It had snowed in the night and everything was blanketed in white.
I piled on as many layers of warm clothing as I could find in my closet and headed out the front door and east, camera in hand, toward the marsh .
It was still early and I was one of the first to make it onto the golf course.
The snow had already started to melt on the golf car paths,
but elsewhere everything was white and magical.
Familiar settings like the bench by the marsh where we watch the sunrise looked totally different.
Even the marsh itself was hardly recognizable.
What before had been miles of golden cord-grass was now a value study in subtle shades of whites and gray.
I walked across the marsh on the causeway . The water in the marsh was frozen with little chunks of ice floating around the thirteenth green.
The snow laden roofs of the summer homes on Pawleys Barrier Island stood out in stark contrast to the gray sky. Even the slightest hint of color drew the eye right to it.
Even the trees became art forms.
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