Lunching recently at Back in the Day Bakery–yum! actually two yums!–on Bull Street here in Savannah, my multi-talented (artist being one of said talents) friend Carl pulled out this small painting as a what-a-surprise Dining Gift (okay, we all know I just made that term up). Entitled “Road to Tybee” the picture’s subject should look familiar if you have driven the long stretch between Savannah and Tybee Island to the beach.
The photo doesn’t do justice to the gorgeous interplay of greens and blues. Or the white-gray clouds. Or the brown-dark mustard marsh growth. I love the scene’s sense of continuing, continuing. And of Mother Nature’s peace.
And I also love this little signature thingy (can you see the “C” for Carl?) …
… which means that Carl is going to be REALLY famous one day (or else a doctor), and even though I will desperately want to “money in” on his fame by selling this piece of art, I will not because then I would have to either lie to Carl and never allow him anywhere near my place, or else tell him I selfishly used him as a cash cow. Thus, I’ll just keep “Road to Tybee” meandering on, on my wall. That’s the kind of friend I am. One who considers his options before doing anything rash.
Thanks, Carl, I appreciate the beautiful picture. It made me happy. Friendship makes me happy.
[I feel that I probably should let you know that here in graciously southern Savannah, it is a longstanding tradition that if you take me to lunch, you should buy me a gift. I wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed at not knowing and adhering to local mores and customs. And following the Boy Scouts mantra of “Be Prepared,” I am registered.]