film photos from my last trip to Charleston in August.
Charleston really is one of my favorite cities in the south. Many things about that magical moss covered town pull at my heart, but especially the morning time. Before the heat rises and the humidity sets in, there is a window of time in the early AM when few are out. The white washed town is bathed in blue light and the old moss covered trees look even sleepier than usual. You'll hear a bicycle bell, a creaky old front porch screen door opening, or sometimes horse hoofs on the cobblestone, yet each of these sounds holds their own in the calm. The wonder of walking all through the streets of a city before it wakes.
We are headed back to Charleston this weekend to visit with friends and attend the south's first Kinfolk dinner. I couldn't be happier to get back to the low country for this occasion.