At last I'm caught up to where I am---Wilmington Island off the coast of South Georgia, just one long bridge from Savannah. Fabled Savannah---the city of parks and squares and E. Shavers Bookseller. The city of southern culture and history, graveyards, and
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. The city of gardens, spanish moss, ancient Southern live oaks, and The Book Lady. The city of slow living, social drinking, good eating, and relaxed people. The city of the heart and soul and spirit and mood of artistic expression---of SCAD. That would be Savannah College of Art and Design.
When I come here, the energy of the place takes over. Some of my best chapters have surfaced on the marsh of Wilmington Island. Chapter 37 today.
But I digress. This is supposed to be a nature blog. So, in keeping with the nature of this place, I'll write about the herons tomorrow. dkm
7 comments:
This was a post for you, JR! And yes, the last line was a deliberate nod to Margaret Mitchell and Scarlet of GWTW.
I've actually been to Savannah! But it's been about 20 years. Can't wait to see the white herons.
haha - thank you dmk! I am very envious of your literary travels. I love your evocation of Savannah. And no harm at all when your blogging strays beyond the avian...
Whoops! - dkm :-/
You are catching up with places and I with places and blogs :D
Looking forward to the Herons!
Glad you have a place with lots of energy!
darn! i wish i'd thought to ask where you were going - i have an awesome friend in bloomington who has sailed all around the world - very cool lady. maybe you two can meet if you are back again (or maybe you don't want to meet people on your writing retreats... may defeat the purpose)
oh, nevermind. my friend is in wilmington, NC, not wilmington island. sorry!
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