Civil War Reenactment

November has been a very busy month so far for our family and I have not been posting as regularly as I would like to be but here I am. 

Last weekend Jord had to work so I decided I wanted to go and take photographs at the Civil War reenactment at a nearby plantation, Boone Hall.

Right off the bat I was looking to be offended by my southern heritage and the war that is so disconnected in the my mind because of the several different versions I have been taught throughout my lifetime thus far. 

As I entered the gates, I decided I would immediately let my guard down and talk to as many people as possible. I was bound and determined to get some good photographs from this opportunity that might not just be few and far between, but might be, once in a lifetime. Part of being a photographer is learning to talk to people and being willing to really let them open up. Especially the kind of photographer I aim to be. 

The first man I spoke with was a blacksmith from Virginia. He travels all over the states, and even the world, for reenactments all year long. He was the sweetest man and instantly changed my heart from how I thought this experience would go. His beard was long, his finger nails were dirty, but his heart was huge. I ended up talking to him for the first half hour I was there before the battle. As I headed to the reenactment he gave me a handmade candle he was selling that will burn for at least eight hours. I couldn't believe he just "gave" me something that he had worked so hard to make. 

The rest of the day was much the same. Every person I encountered was more than willing to share with me their life and eventually let me take their portrait. I was never told no. I left Boone Hall feeling more than grateful for my decision to attend that day. 

It's time like these I really love being a photographer and I can't believe I have been given such a passion for something I love so much. Photography is hard work and is something that really takes me out of my comfort zone. It is also extremely rewarding. 

I'll be sure to let you know when I find the time to add some of my favorites from that day to my portfolio. 

Until then. 

On Friday night we went to the fair with a group of our friends. We had so much fun eating food that should be deemed illegal and spinning, twirling, whipping around rides. It was the coldest night we've had in Charleston thus far and I hope it's the coldest night of the "winter" here this year.

Our friend took this iPhone picture of us a couple of weeks ago when we were at the pumpkin patch and while I think we look so silly it makes me smile. Especially because I am smizing so hard.

This semester is rough you guys. Jord is gone all the time with school, work, meetings, presentations, research, blahdy, blahdy, blah. It just so happens when he is usually home, which is practically never, -- I am usually teaching. Most days he leaves with me in the morning around 6:30, or so, and doesn't come back home until 7pm or 8pm that night. This is all after pulling the usual all-nighter and so he is either ready to go to bed for the night or go to bed for a nap to get up and pull another all-nighter. This may sound to out there to be considered the norm but let me tell you. It is the norm. It is exactly what happened today and four days last week and who knows how many days the week before that.

While this semester is a tough one, supposedly it has nothing on the first year of pharmacy school. Which makes me again indeed thankful that I chose to get my Master's degree and was so busy with that I didn't realize exactly just how much time Jord and I spent back to back studying at our desks.

I'm so happy for this time in our lives that we are able to educate ourselves and prepare ourselves for a better future for our family but today is one of those days that I'm ready for pharmacy school to be done and residency to be here.

Okay. Rant over.