we don't need another hero

i went to charleston for my boyfriend's brother's marriage to a west virginian girl named ashley.  i had no nuptial responsibilities, so while anthony learned how to walk and when to talk, i wandered the spacious streets with my new camera.  my camera, which seemed to scream CHA-CHING CHA-CHING, I'M MONEY, BITCHES, while my city duds shouted I AM NOT FROM HERE, HONK YOUR HORN, AND SHOUT OUT YOUR CAR WINDOW AT ME.  seriously, every block.  at first, i was amused - i felt like i did in bavaria when a group of about 30 japanese tourists lined up to take pictures with me, the alien.

charleston is like a thunderdome/silent hill lovechild.  parking lots, parking meters, parking signs everywhere, but no cars at them.  even the hospital was eerily quiet, tho every time i passed by there were patients in blue robes holding a cigarette in one hand and their rolling IV drip stand in the other.

i complicated the landscape with multiple exposure experiments, which don't really represent the placid-static city of charleston so much as my boredom with it.