The road beckons. To hell with the economy. My wife and I haven’t seen the ocean in over 2 years and haven’t done any real “road trips” since last June (and that was to move back to NY). Sometimes you just can’t ignore the itch. Sometimes you have to just get up and go. Home is a state of mind. Who said that it couldn’t have 4 wheels and a large trunk? There’s stuff to see out there.
So it’s off to Charleston, SC – probably my favorite city. It’s a place you can park your car and just start walking. It’s a town ripe with history, much of it still standing. There are narrow streets and alleyways, old churches with even older cemeteries (see my last post), and about a gazillion flowers in bloom. It’s a place you could get lost in and not care, although it’s not easy to get lost, at least not in the so-called historic district.
And I know this is somewhat irrational, but in my mind the best photography is always “down the road” a bit. Perhaps that’s because it’s more mysterious than what lies around the corner from where I live – I don’t know. I just know that if I can see it everyday, then it’s not interesting. The best part of life is the undiscovered part. “Home Sweet Home” is just another myth.