Not everyone knows that I am originally from the South. I was raised in a large suburban sprawl on the southeastern-most tip of Virginia, near enough to the beach that it was a regular excursion, even in the off-season. I don't get back very often. I usually opt to head west and to higher elevations when I travel, preferring open landscapes and rugged terrain, but those trips are difficult in the winter, so this time I headed south.
I have a dear friend whom I have known for almost a decade who now lives close enough to Charleston, SC to make weekend trips to his sister's place really easy, so when he offered to let me tag along, I immediately said yes. He and I are close enough that once we spent two weeks in a car together, on a road trip that took us from one end of the country to another. When he and his wife initially separated, he came to Montana and spent 3 weeks with us in our little house downtown. We are close enough that he is my Man of Honor for my wedding, and my only bridal attendant. We love each other in a way that is hard to find in opposite-sex adult relationships: as best friends. But we don't live close to each other, and haven't since he dropped me off in Berkeley, CA at the end of that road trip many years ago, and flew back home to Virginia. Little trips like these are great ways to spend time reconnecting, drinking, and talking about everything and nothing while bar-hopping on a Friday night. We have both had hard times while we have known each other, with both of our initial marriages falling apart and moves that have uprooted us from things we held dear. It was in these hard times that we forged such a strong bond with each other, and I am grateful for a partner who trusts me and encourages these trips, and to Andy, for being such a dear and treasured friend.
Here are some images from our excursions, from hanging out with his sister and her family, and from a portrait session he asked me to do for him. I can't wait to go back.