On April 12th, I drove the 700-and-some miles down to North Carolina, alone, to meet up with my dear friend Gina, who then drove us to South Carolina to go to our mutual best friend Jonny's memorial service. Then 2 days later I drove back!
This whole journey is fairly incredible when you know a few things about me- I don't like to drive, I rarely drive on the interstate, I've never driven through mountains, and I've only spent a handful of days away from my husband since we married. And here I was, in the course of a weekend, spending almost 30 hours on the interstate, much of it winding though mountains (at 80MPH no less) and completely alone.
Even as I look back through these photos, it feels like another time. Like I was another person.
I couldn't miss Jonny's memorial. He was so special to me, and I had the gift of a story to tell his family, specifically his mother. I look back and see the trip as rather reckless- I had little money, skated back in town on fumes, and trusted Gina to help care for me. In a way, it was something Jonny would do, not me! So perhaps it was a gift from him. Showing me that trust and faith can be well founded.
This is a selection of personal work I shot on my film camera during the journey there & back. My photos from the memorial will be shared in another post later.
Many thanks to my dear Gina, for helping me make it to the memorial & taking me under your wing while I was in the Carolinas. Also a huge thanks to Hans & Jane for being there with hugs and listening ears. It added a little sweet to the bitter of the journey.