In Which I Return To The Blog

    Much has changed since I last posted...ugh...over a year ago. I've changed...now officially in my late 40's I feel comfortable in my own skin, feeling a little more open and transparent, and after a too long a period of time inspired to have, once again, more misadventures...which brings me to my biggest change...I moved out of the city of Chicago, out of the state of Illinois, to a zip code I said I would never have...I moved South...way South...South Carolina to South Carolina's Lowcountry (yes, as far as I've been able to find lowcountry is one word...but how things are pronounced and/or spelled down here is for another post altogether).  With this move and to the area of South Carolina I now call home, I've been inspired again to shoot. More importantly I feel I'm at home...although currently I live in a suburb on a cul-de-sac...which seems more surreal to me than living in South Carolina.
     Why the change? I was unhappy and at a cross roads, and circumstances were such I had no choice but to do as my stoic friend said, "Leap like a rock star" (darling boy...he can tell me to leap while fearful of making that kind of leap himself). So on a very warm and muggy Wednesday evening in early November I found myself waiting on the curb of Charleston International Airport to be picked up by said stoic friend. By the time the weekend was over I had a rude case of prickly heat, almost keeled over from the extreme heat (at least for me, it was right cold when I left Chicago), and had my first batch of photos I was more than happy with. And my stoic friend, more than once, grabbed onto my belt loop making sure I wouldn't fall into the Ashley River.
    These are those images from that day (Colonial Dorchester State Park and the Summerville Farmers Market):

Wall remains of Fort Dorchester (built between 1757 to 1760)

Ruins of St. George Anglican Church bell tower

(the church was built in 1719 with the bell tower added in 1751)