Charleston Bound

That's right folks.  After almost eleven months of Lowcountry withdrawl, the hubs and I are headed back to the place that will always have a place in our hearts.  It's where Tyler was born and raised, where he proposed at sunset on that warm July evening, and where we said our vows to begin our life together.  This weekend we're celebrating the nuptials of friends out on Daniel Island.  I can't wait to share the pictures with you on Monday. Happy Weekend, y'all!

Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship.  I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies.  You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced.  You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.  Pat Conroy, The Lords of Discipline