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.
