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.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Traveling


Took a little trip across the Savannah, and came across this interesting edifice. There's a particular feature above the steps leading to the front entrance door that caught my eye. I understand that the same creep that wrote The Da Vinci Code, which was admitted fiction, is now burning a hole in Washington DC and something of George Washington's affiliation with the fraternity of which the former owner of this home was also. Me thinks that would require more history than even a fiction writer can compile into one book. A history that goes back over 275 years, just here beneath the Carolina moon, is a history many times older than the nation itself.

Click the pic for the really large view.

2 comments:

Sandy Kessler said...

Fascinating you had me worried . I thought your last post for posterity would be National Toilet Day . Just joking trust your holiday was special under the Carolina Moon where my friend Judy just moved !!! ibeati

Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

Oh really? What part did your friend move to?