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!

The Daily Post: Daily Prompt 

Faint River Queen
A faint view of the River Queen, Savannah Riverwalk
River Street fog
River Street hidden by fog.
River walk Fog
A figure fades into the river walk fog.
Ghost ship
Ghost ship docking?
Fishing memories
Fishing memories
As I ponder this fleeting moment.






  1. Great photographs, sir – “Fishing memories” is my favorite. Thanks for sharing.

  2. 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.

    1. Author

      Yes it is Savannah. Please come back for a visit.

    2. I’d like that. My daughter moved to Germany but I could visit sometime even if she is not with me. I loved Savannah.

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