Down In Savannah/ The Blogger Leaves His Car And Looks For Ghosts

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We made it to Savannah. But why should I make it sound like an ordeal? It was not a bad ride and the road from Atlanta is pretty much straight and true. I drove for a few hours and then started feeling sleepy so B took over the wheel. She’s an excellent driver and I can always count on her in these circumstances.

Or any other for that matter. We checked into the Little River Inn and have dinner scheduled at Vic’s On The River at 6:15. So come on by if you are in the neighborhood. I’ll buy you a drink or two. Because the spirits are definitely flowing freely around this waterfront enclave made up of restaurants, shops and inns of various kinds.

I hope to take plenty of photos in the next few days as we have tours scheduled of this wonderful city. Hopefully some of them will be meaningful. How do you take a “meaningful photo” while on vacation?
Well, that’s the challenge. You don’t stand in front of the majestic city hall and take a picture of its gold dome. And you don’t wander down to the river (which is on display as I sit here and type while looking out the window) and snap away at the birds, the boats or the many tourists who line its banks.

I meaningful photo is something that will surprise you in a moment when you enter the correct time and place and have remembered to charge your battery and slip in you memory card.

Savannah is a city full of ghosts B tells me. She has mentioned it several times and I am nearly afraid to go to sleep after all the festivities have run their course. Or not. Dreams are not the problem. It is the world of the living and drenching rain that compresses my skull. A ghost would be welcome. And a soft evening full of luminous clouds, a rolling river and a beautiful sunset would be an invitation to God’s doorstep.

We shall see if such a moment arrives.

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6 thoughts on “Down In Savannah/ The Blogger Leaves His Car And Looks For Ghosts

  1. This is simply beautiful, wistful and fascinating. It sounds like a good trip. This photo was certainly the right moment. It is dramatic. I love that the red, green and black boat contrasts with the muted gray-pastel sky. WOW!! If I took this photo I’d be very proud of it. It’s also a great contrast in terms of energy. They sky is ethereal and the boat is so solid and grounded (although it’s in the water). I find the whole photo intriguing.

    I only just waded through my stumble today. I had 78 stumble shares and I had to wade through a bunch of junk to find this beautiful nugget of yours. I’ve had almost no time to blog due to work but am posting today and hopefully will be more consistent the next few weeks as I am doing a series. I’ve missed you and just subscribed to your stumble page so when they change over I can still see your post. But I also have you in my RSS.

    I am touched that you sent me this. This whole last paragrah just flew my mind. It is so poetic and just so YOU:

    “Savannah is a city full of ghosts B tells me. She has mentioned it several times and I am nearly afraid to go to sleep after all the festivities have run their course. Or not. Dreams are not the problem. It is the world of the living and drenching rain that compresses my skull. A ghost would be welcome. And a soft evening full of luminous clouds, a rolling river and a beautiful sunset would be an invitation to God’s doorstep.”

    God, that last line brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful writing David.

    Sending a months worth of hugs and I’ve been away too long. :))
    Robin
    .-= Robin Easton´s last blog ..Five Perspectives on Death =-.

  2. I envy you for finding the time to go to a trip and just relax. I really want some time to relax too. Maybe go to a beach and eat some good food.
    I’ve not experienced seeing a ghost. And I don’t think I ever want to. It will be kinds traumatizing for me. 😦

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