Rosedown, a cotton plantation built in 1835, remained in the same family for 120 years. It is surrounded by haunted groves of ancient Southern Live Oaks, which set a mood redolent of the Old South. It was raining as I made the photograph, and a light mist sifted through the hanging Spanish Moss. The flat light produced a wonderful color palette. Among the vines appropriately embracing this tree are “Resurrection Ferns,” which seems to die when dry, and mysteriously spring back to life when wet.