When I was a preteen/teen, we visited Charleston, SC every spring. My parents invited (to be read “forced”) my sister and me to tour homes, visit museums, and explore landmarks. As a young parent, I returned to Charleston with my family for several September beach trips with my baby girl. I love this town filled with Southern charm and tradition and hold many fond memories deeply in my heart.
This weekend, I have returned after several years away. I am here for a conference, but I had some free time this afternoon and took a very long walk. While I have never resided here, my time alone exploring the city felt like a homecoming of sorts. I stopped by the Huguenot church where we spent one Easter Sunday. I photographed gates of hidden gardens that I used to peek into as a child. I sat in the bark down on the Battery and watched children run and play.
What a lovely, lovely way to spend an hour–photographing the present and remembering the past.
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