Colonial Lake
Charleston, South Carolina
17 May 1999
Watercolor on hot press Lana paper
6 x 4", archival mat +; backing to 10 x 8"
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If I had a nickel for every time I walked along Colonial Lake, I'd be rich! I've said it before, and I'm saying it again, one of the great pleasures of living in Charleston was being able to walk just about everywhere. On my way to and from the post office or almost anywhere in a certain direction I would make a complete round of the lake almost daily. The lake is hedged in by pink and white Oleander and often, someone would be fishing in the lake, though God knows for what. One time I saw a man reel in a giant eel. After asking him if he planned to eat it (no), I suggested that he might want to put the eel back in the water. I'll never forget the look in the eel's eyes as it was being yanked out of the lake.
One of my favorite stops between the lake and the post office on Broad Street at Savage was Burbage's Self-Serve Grocery where Mr. Robert Burbage was usually having a smoke at the register or making use of the broom. Because that man always had something really interesting (or funny) to say, I would often just go in to say hello and gab with him a while then buy one of his extremely rich broccoli cakes to eat for no good reason except to add a bunch of calories to my system.
I'm not sure if I burned enough calories walking around the lake to burn off my Burbage treat but I enjoyed the walk and made this painting as a memento for myself.
Colonial Lake
