Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Sunset over Savannah on the Savannah; all nice "S" words


This past week I spent three days in Savannah Georgia on bidniz. One of the businesses sponsored a dinner cuise on a river boat down the Savannah River and back. I took this pic on the way back. I watched the dolphins play around the bow of the paddlewheeler and remembered my boyhood days fishing on the banks of this river with my grandfather. That was way back upriver though, and way back upriver in time. This sunset was Monday, August 20, 2007.

To the right of the picture is the South Carolina bank. To the left is the Georgia bank. To be homest, I prefer the Carolina side. It's there that you find yourself beneath the Carolina moon.


Posted by Dread, who's in urgent need of a Sunday afternoon nap.


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1 comment:

Sandy Kessler said...

whata glorious picture www.daisyville.blogspot.com-under the weather