Update!

Project [Blank] will begin on September 1st and conclude on September 30th.

The anticipation is building....I can feel it.

-C

Project [Blank]

Hello Friends!

So, I have a project I want to attempt....
You know those photo people who do the project 365? They take a photo a day for a year.
Well, those people inspired me.
I am going to do something similar.....but a little different.
Having been together for 20 years, I know myself pretty well by now,
And I know that if I set such a "broad" goal there's no way I will achieve it.
So, I am going to scale it down.
I am going to post (AT LEAST) 30 photos over the next month.
Everyday that you visit "Life Through a Lens" there will be (AT LEAST) one new photo posted.
Somedays it might be more than one.
Somedays it might be twelve.
Somedays it might be 3.
But it will never be zero.

So put it on your calendar. Pencil me in. "Check Life Thorough a Lens."
Keeps your friends accountable. Be the blog police. "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight checked Life Through a Lens today?"

Check it when you're happy.
Check it when you're sad.
Check it when you're lonely.
Check it when you're mad.
My goal is to make you smile!


It's a lot of responsibility but I'm willing to accept the challenge.
Are you excited?? I'm excited.

Best,
-C.

PS I need a good title for this project! I'm open to suggestions! Send me your thoughts :)

One Person's Trash...

These photos were taken in Savannah, GA in a store called The Paris Market.

The owner of this charming store travels all over the world looking for items to stock up her two-story space.

Scouring international flea markets and thrift stores, she sees the beauty in aged pieces that have history or tell a story, and brings them back to her own Savannah, GA "Paris Market."

Here are some of my favorites.

The stairwell is lined with hundreds of old schoolbooks that she picked up in Poland.

There's also an entire wall filled with cameras, camera bags, lenses, and even antique family photographs.

 I was pretty much obsessed with the schoolbooks.

What a job. Think she needs an assistant???

Nestled on the northern edge of the Okefenokee, Waycross, Georgia is a town often overlooked by the average traveler. For most, Waycross exists as a cut through, a mere pit-stop on the way to Valdosta, a landmark for parents to say "Yes, sweetie we're almost there.."

But for the atypical, it represents a haven of history just waiting to be explored. 

Known back in the day for being literally the "crossing of the ways," Waycross was home to the junction of the Savannah Railroad and a line from Brunswick to Albany. After a period of time, however, the rails were rerouted and a new depot was built to accommodate the updated path.

But for a girl who loves all things "aged", the real magic of this town lies in the original depot.

The one deserted and left to rot when some fancy engineer laid the plans for the new rails and the fresh depot a few miles up the road.

Overgrown and deteriorating, this old depot doesn't attract many visitors. But with the help of an active imagination and a keen eye this historic site comes to life.

When its original purpose was no longer needed, the building was used over the years as a storage unit.

Bags of perlite, rusted hardware, and an antique cash register give an idea of  who utilized the space.

Nevertheless, the main attraction, the "diamond in the rough,"if you will, is hidden on the far west of the building.

 If you're brave enough to challenge the multitude of mysterious vines that block the path, you will find a real treasure- one that brings to life this forgotten location.
Underneath a layer of dirt and rust sits two metal safes

that, due to its overgrown surroundings, have likely remained stationary since 

the operation of the original depot.

Measuring nearly 5 feet long by 3 feet wide and at least 3 feet deep, these two safes lie on the ground locked and loyal to their native home. Who knows what may be tucked away inside, but I like to imagine some fabulous sum of money placed inside by a mustached man in a dapper suit somewhere around 1924. But that's just me :)

If you are ever in the South East, I recommend taking a day trip to Waycross and experiencing the charm of a southern rail town for yourself. 

Whitewash

Must Live Near the Coast.

It seems I'm playing favorites here.
Well, it's the truth.

 In my earlier years, I expressed a love for all things nautical.
Once on a summer vacation, I got an anchor temporarily tattooed on my ankle.
I was devastated when two days later the saltwater prevailed and washed away my $20 tat.

Well apart from the henna rip-off (I learned my lesson the first time), not much has changed.
I own plenty of stripes. I have an anchor charm necklace. And I seem to be drawn to large floating vessels.

Pretty soon the summer will be over, and you will no longer have to endure my
somewhat odd obsession with stinky shrimp boats, rusty anchors, and frayed rope.
But for now, bear with me :)

PS Dear future mister, if you're reading this, I've added to my list of qualifications:

You must live near the coast.

Hope y'all are enjoying the last days of summer vacation!

All my love,
-C.