Birthday Views And Soundtrack.

Birthday views and soundtrack.

Many of the photos I’ve been posting lately I take while I’m at work. Today was a wonderful end to the work week. Directed a Valentine’s Day promo shoot at this beautiful house with the most amazing uninterrupted view of 20 miles of protected beach. Definitely enjoyed the champagne on the roof afterwards.

My sister got me this Eno Hammock for my birthday last year. When I was living in Greenville, there was a soccer recreation area with a few trees. That was the only “park” or outdoor space near my apartment within a 20 minute radius. So I would string up and read there.

This weekend it was warm enough to unpack it. Now, my apartment is 4 minutes from the pier, where I can string up and read. I’ll take this neighborhood over the other any day.

Oh how I missed my Grand Strand New Years Eves. I always have a general plan - and I always end up way out of bounds (in the best way).

Happy New Year! 🎊

Last night. A thick fog fell onto the beach and the surrounding areas. I was getting phone calls telling me I needed to get out to the beach asap to see it. They know I loved fog. Even though I had JUST gotten home from work and changed into my pjs - I threw on a jacket and crocks and drove over to the beach anyways.

Truthfully, I had to drive home through this thick fog, and I was doing everything in my power to ignore it. Isn’t that sad? Something I use to love is something that takes me to a rough place mentally.

Fog can be so picturesque and beautifully eerie in settings like this, but when you have to constantly live IN it, it takes the fun out of it for sure. Now when I see fog, it reminds me of mornings in Greenville. Riding to work. Having panic attacks every single morning. Riding through thick fog and rain almost daily. You think PNW is the only place with perpetual rain and fog? I did too. But apparently them saying the Jocassee region is technically a temperate rain forest - they were right.

At a glance, this is beautiful:

This was pretty much 80% of my days there. Gray winter and fog. But take that fog and place it over interstates, retail and industrial hell. Heavy traffic just to go to the grocery store. Parking lots. Walmart. That fog eventually made me feel like I was in hell. I didn’t take pictures of it when it wasn’t pretty. You get the idea.

Fog doesn’t belong on the beach. The reason I use to be so enamored by it is because it was something that NEVER happened here. But the rare occurrence happened last night. And boy am I dealing with combating some terrible memories today.

It still looked really cool tho.

A White Winter Hymnal kind of day.