Fresh Air

Today was a beautiful day to spend outside, despite the random clouds, fog and rain showers. When in the sun, it was just one of those days. I'm still adjusting to a southern winter, so perhaps it felt like more of a gift to me than to those who have lived in the Charleston area for a while.

I made my way down to Folly Beach, which is my favorite place in Charleston to go running and walking and to gain general peace of mind. I walked for a ways, searching for images and ideas. These photos are some of the things I saw and represent some of the thoughts I had for the few hours that I walked the beach.


If only there was a couple holding hands in the background I thought; perhaps it's best left alone, so I photographed it this way and was content.


A woman running alone down the beach, with a giant sun shining over her - this was something I felt we could all relate to on a certain day.


Seaweed, scrap wood, shells and dried-up beach grass; not the most exciting subjects yet they make for some pretty amazing and unique patterns in the sand.


I don't know exactly why this intrigued me so, but it did, at the very moment that I was shooting it and still now, I just like it. It feels so inviting, yet the words contradict that feeling and I can't stop wanting to walk up those stairs.


There were a lot of surfers out today because there was decent surf at Folly Beach - this guy sat and rested for a while, smoking a cigarette. I found his resting place peaceful with the waves.



The long stretch of grass and fence seemed rhythmic and inviting as a pattern.


I love searching for shells along the beach - last time Kyle and I went down to Folly we kept finding pieces of broken shells, nothing too solid really, aside from the basic shell. Today I found a few beauties, and I thought of him and felt so proud of my discoveries. They're in my "vase of shells" collection now; it was a good way to end my afternoon walk.