It was 7:08 and Kim texted me to say she was on her way over to pick me up. I scrambled to grab my camera and throw a headband on to tame my unruly morning hair. We had decided a few days prior to get up early on Labor Day to stroll Charleston’s beautiful streets and recharge our creative minds by stepping out of our normal everyday lives, I as a wedding and family photographer and Kim as a life coach.
Early morning before people emerged before the stores opened their doors and before the sun became strong was the perfect time for us. We grabbed our coffees at Vintage Coffee Shop in Mount Pleasant before we descended on the historic city.
Let’s do it again Kim!
My husband is a big proponent of uncluttered spaces. He always reminds me of that wonderful fact that most people adhere to…clean space, clean mind. It wasn’t until I actually saw and realized that my desk has a sea-glass top that I began to spend the entire morning cleaning out crap from the past year and a half. The desk had been buried underneath months and months of camera gear, papers and anything else that got strewn there over the past week in a hurry. Then it had occurred to me…I have spent months cluttered in the mind and I had no idea. My “to-do” list had become so overwhelming and daunting that I was almost paralyzed…I was always so “busy” but then realized I wasn’t accomplishing much in the way of tacking that damn “to-do” list. I always seemed to shrug off my moments of “blah” to winter blues, S.A.D and any other affliction that I could conjure up as an excuse before I realized that if I were to go forward in 2015 and be productive, the way I had been in prior years…I needed to file away the past year and a half, literally! And so it began. The end of the ever present procrastination of my organization. I realized I needed to put myself first. As soon as the organization was successful and the papers were filed and scanned, it was as if someone had vacuumed out my mind and made room for extreme productivity.
My lone walk at the beach solidified my moment of clarity. The beach that day was stark, open and vast, similar to that of my newly transformed clean mind for 2015.
Sister- A girl or woman who shares a common ancestry, allegiance, character, or purpose with another or others, specifically…
We met over 13 years ago as a bunch of 20 year old girls trying to make our way through The University of Vermont in Burlington. I still do not understand what drove me to join a sorority and I definitely don’t question it. I made so many fantastic friends along the way…some of the friends do stand up to the ever-cliche term for sorority girls…they are my sisters.
I am lucky enough to live a short distance away from some of these “sisters” in particular…so close in fact that we have the opportunity to get together often and relish in our memories of our youth.
I am in awe that we are of the ages we are now. We now have husbands instead of boyfriends and our children have joined our “first-borns” … our ever loved pets.
I consider it an honor to be able to document my friend’s lives and capture memories that we will be able to share in the next 13 years. Memories that we will always be able to look back on.
Juno…Snowmageddon…The Blizzard of 2015…Whatever you referred to it as, I will always remember it as a day and a half of simple, childhood innocence. I was fortunate to witness the snow storm through my toddler son’s eyes.
I walked our dog Gracie yesterday afternoon with determination. I was determined to head across the street to the beach, hoping to capture a wild and dramatic storm rolling in.
Instead, it was a beautiful sight of seagulls laying around watching the shore scene of waves building and deep grays, stark whites and hazy blues.
As I approached the birds, they quickly began to fly off over Long Island Sound erratically, just as the Sound’s wave were beginning to do.
I headed home anticipating the morning, hoping to see what Mother Nature had in store for our little beach community!
Today I explored my neighborhood and was able to witness my 18 month old son’s first experience in snow.
It was magical.
Witnessing his innocence in discovering this powdery white stuff was wonderful.
He refused his gloves and immediately dove right it! He knew what he was about to do and apparently didn’t want to hinder his touch!
Squeezing the snow between his tiny fingers and tasting it with his tiny tongue.
It was a sweet moment that I was able to snap.