There's something about the southern charm, urban sprawl, and rich history that beckons me to go to Nashville. Disregard the fact that I'm not a country music fan, cowboy boots make my legs look short(er), and CST is not the kindest of time zones. But I digress...
Today, Solomon had me in one hand and his camera in the other. On Broadway, the rain was intermittent, but the deluge of tourists on the street and in the saloons remained strong and steady. As we walked through Music City, it struck a chord that it wasn't so much the sights and sounds that kept our interests piqued and his shutter clicking, but it was the feeling in the air of Summer's near end as September begins. With that mutual understanding, we enjoyed it for what it was, and it was the kind of afternoon that Etta James famously sang her heart out for.
--Melanie, guest blogger
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