Two days to cover due to various issues yesterday — how can I do it? Over 300 pictures in those two days. Most should be deleted, but there’s not even an once of willingness to go through them all on the netbook computer I’ve brought with me. So I pick a few representative ones and save the others for later — and the same goes for the stories behind them.
But how could I fail to mention the walk along the Battery, with multi-million dollar homes on one side and a beautiful bay that completely fascinated the Boy on the other?
And how could I leave out the excitement of the Boy when he first saw the ocean? L’s first reaction was panic and fear; the Boy’s first reaction was squealing excitement
And the archeture of the Charleston area, from the classic Charleston look (neither colonial nor European but a strange mix of the two with hundreds of other influences) to the modern engineering wonders.
How could I leave out the story of a biologist’s visit to Angel Oak, our walk on the Folley Beach pier, the visit to Middleton Place? I shouldn’t, but I shall. A cramped keyboard, sleeping children, and a tired soul tell me that it’s okay to tell only a portion of a story. If it’s a good story, the rest will wait.