While in Savannah, Georgia for Kara and Zach’s wedding, Kelly and I had a chance to spend a day with a couple of Kelly’s good friends from college.
Charlie and Emory had visited us in New York City a few months ago when we all went to a Camera Obscura show at Webster Hall. They live in a house — yes, an actual grown-up house! — in Gainesville, Florida. In honor of Father’s Day (and to see us!) they made the drive back to Charlie’s hometown of Savannah.
We made plans to meet up for “brunch” (they still do that in the South, right?) after which Emory casually asked, “Do you guys want to go for a swim?”
The next couple of my blog posts will be detailing a great weekend in Savannah, Georgia — the jewel of the American South. It was my first time there and we were celebrating the wedding of Kelly’s younger sister, Kara and her now-husband, Zach. I wasn’t the lead photographer at this wedding, so it was nice to sit back (for the most part) and enjoy the show. That is, until the heavens parted.
I have several friends (including Kara and Zach) who are alumnus of the über-artsy Savannah College of Art and Design and they all agreed it’s a common occurrence to have sporadic intense thunderstorms that last only a few minutes. (The most disappointing part is that the rain does nothing to break the hellish humidity.) The timing of this storm was impeccable. It had been a perfectly sunny day until about an hour before the 5 p.m. ceremony. That’s when the sky suddenly turned dark and we heard the distant rumble of thunder.
