Waking up yesterday and looking out on the street, I was surprised that I could barely see my beautiful historic downtown Savannah. Fog had blanketed the city late the night before, and it seemed, like a dream world outside. As the fates would have it, today my normal morning saunter became like a mythical journey in a realm layered slightly over the everyday existence in which I dwell. Marveling at every hidden building and tree that magically appeared as I got closer, I made my way to the place that only a day ago was the Savannah River. Now a swirly mix of fog and quiet, a faint glimpse of river, an occasional call of a seagull as it flew in, then out of view, I knew this was my destination!
Great photographs, sir – “Fishing memories” is my favorite. Thanks for sharing.
Love your capture of the ship, as if it had just emerged from the fog.
These photos in the fog are beautiful. I’ve only been to Savannah once but I recognized many of your shots. I took my daughter there a couple of years ago. Her name is Savanna. It was a fun trip.
Yes it is Savannah. Please come back for a visit.
I’d like that. My daughter moved to Germany but I could visit sometime even if she is not with me. I loved Savannah.