Our creaky, old and narrow stairs leading up to our second floor abode.
Looking up from outside …
And looking down from inside …
Here’s to the man who invented stairs
And taught our feet to soar!
He was the first who ever burst
Into a second floor.
The world would be downstairs to-day
Had he not found the key;
So let his name go down to fame,
Whatever it may be.
— Oliver Herford
🎶 Me and my shadow strolling down the avenue. 🎵
“When I go out on sunny days,
Why, there it is beside me:
And there it skips and there it plays,
And from it I can’t hide me.
I cannot run away from it,
It runs as fast as Fido;
And if I stand or if I sit
It stands and sits as I do.”
— The Little Boy and His Shadow by Madison Cawein
“Under”
Valentine’s Day Marveling at all the “Love Doors” on a neighborhood walk here in my Historic District Savannah.
HAPPIEST OF VALENTINE’S DAYS TO YOU!
Hello there! Happy Spring!
I mean, Happy New Year!
From ridiculously warm Savannah.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and an early foggy morning walk on River Street near us here in Savannah.
On this Monday after Christmas, I’m still Christmas-ing (and marveling) a bit. Here’s Savannah’s Troup Square near us, all decked out.
Savannah has twenty-two beautifully unique squares in our Historic District, where Robert and I live.
Troup Square is known as “The Jingle Bell Square.”
They even decorate their trash cans.
And benches.
Here’s to Troup!
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