A Few Stops on the Way Home

I have been short on time outside of the studio recently, but have wanted to keep shooting to stay up with my independent work, even if it isn't part of a masterpiece collection. I think it's important to continue your creative passion outside of whatever walls of work you have surrounding you. It may seem like an extra step, and an intrusion on your free time, but usually once you give yourself the chance to do it, it's calming, fun and rewarding.


The marketplace on Market Street, where street vendors are busy throughout the day selling unique, hand-made gifts, in particular woven baskets. I was surprised to see this man with a table covered in tarp at the end of the market showing off some baskets to a few women passing through. It seemed to capture the end of the work day to me quite well, even if he didn't really have a license to be there.


The Old Market House on Meeting Street in downtown Charleston - I really haven't spent much time in this area of town or learned a lot about it, but it is rich in history and fascinating to learn about and to photograph. The main market runs along either side of the Old Market House and is very busy during the day. I will be working on getting some more shots in this area throughout the year.


This couple was staring into the store window on North Market Street, pointing out things to one another and laughing. I found it to be a sweet moment and despite my distance and need to shoot the photo through the wind-shield, paparazzi-style, it was another good "day-ender."


As I drove down King Street, I saw this building on my left and loved the trees surrounding the entrance. It's the Charleston Library Society and according to the website of the society, it is the South's oldest cultural institution founded in 1748 and it "paved the way for the founding of the College of Charleston in 1770 and provided the core collection of natural history artifacts for the founding of the Charleston Museum (the first in America) in 1773." Pretty cool stuff.


As I drove down Broad Street, headed off the peninsula and toward James Island, I stopped for a quick photo of this little lake, according to my quick Google search, it's Colonial Lake. I couldn't find out much information about it, but the park bench, street light, and framing of the tree all contribute to a general nice image of a quiet park area in the evening. It never fails to amaze me what beautiful colors in the sky can be captured with no sun nearby. I just love that deep purple.