An eclectic collection of still life photos I’ve taken. Well, my interpretation of still life.

Rolling Pin and Cinnamon Sticks
An eclectic collection of still life photos I’ve taken. Well, my interpretation of still life.
Rolling Pin and Cinnamon Sticks
Robert and … Spring Wisteria in Savannah.
“Stair-ing”
1. Being able to say “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” away from Savannah’s craziness today.
2. One of our local colleges, SCAD—the Savannah College of Art and Design—making the big time in Hollywood.
I taught international students at SCAD as an adjunct after retiring from full time college teaching.
3. The unexpected joy when I find a little nook and cranny in Savannah’s historic district which I had never seen before.
4. Our sense of touch. It is raining where we are in Atlanta at the moment, and I’m so thankful to be able to feel the drops on my face and hands as we dash out of our car running around the city.
5. Grilled peaches.
May you have a peachy weekend ahead.
My daily snapshot of Robert’s and my 2023 trip to get away from Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebrations.
We started off the day in the cabin with beyond-delicious molten center brownies we had gotten in Savannah at our new favorite bakery, Sweet Patricias.
Bloated, we headed about an hour away to my small hometown of Ball Ground and the town cemetery where my parents are buried.
For as long as I can remember, having been taught by my folks, I have enjoyed “decorating the graves” of family members. Each changing season and holiday would find us heading to the various cemeteries and graveyards, spending time reminiscing and laughing at wonderful memories.
After a great lunch at a local meat and three, Robert and I spent a little while at Ball Ground’s small but beautiful botanical garden.
Here’s a bench in honor of my dad.
On the way back to our state park cabin, we stopped by the Georgia National Cemetery. I guess today we were thinking about those who have gone before us.
We left in great admiration and respect for our military service men and women.
Back at Red Top Mountain, HR grilled hotdogs, then we rested by the fire.
May you have a restful evening ahead.
As I have said, probably far too many times on this blog, I love living in downtown Historic District Savannah.
And one of the reasons? The beautifully unique twenty-two extant squares (two were lost to “progress”).
[Did I punctuate the above properly?]
This evening I am hanging out in Warren Square, the square closest to my own, Washington Square.
But the sidewalk is.
Yes.
And that magic is free.
One of the great rewards about living where we do in Historic District Savannah is that I can walk two blocks over toward the Savannah River, find a bench, read, and experience the Joy of Nature.
That’s the Savannah River behind me. Looking so peaceful now. But don’t be fooled. It is one of the busiest ports in the nation. And all of the ships travel right behind me.
But not at this moment.
Peace.
So, as I have shown in several recent posts, Savannah’s azaleas have been gloriously beautiful this late winter. Blooming earlier than usual.
But, believe it or not, some of them are beginning to move past their prime.
Which saddens me.
But poet Robert Frost understood this issue. And helps us to understand it.
May we enjoy the gold while it’s here.