The other day, I felt compelled to write about my trip to Savannah. Unfortunately, the post didn't provide me much opportunity to incorporate photos, so I thought today I'd just give you a little photo tour of my trip to the South.
I didn't take as many photos as I normally do, partly because I was usually out walking around in the early to mid-afternoon. Terrible light for photography. Washed out everything. Clearly, I need to go back when my early mornings are my own so I can get better pictures. I hope you enjoy these anyway.
I took a Savannah Belles Ferry across the river at least twice daily as I went to and from the convention center. This ferry was named after the founder of the Girl Scouts of America. I don't remember the names of the others, but I thought it would be fun to learn about the women after whom they were named.
One of the first things I saw in Savannah was this set of bikes for rent. Gotta love a city that offers bicycles as part of their public transportation system. I didn't take advantage of them - another thing for next time.
Lots of cobblestone streets in the historic district. Real ankle-breakers after a glass or two of wine.
I explored the Colonial Park Cemetery because I love cemeteries and I couldn't get to the famous Bonaventure Cemetery. This cemetery hasn't been used since the 1850s. I hope that the caretakers have a map showing who is buried in each plot because most of the grave markers were worn anonymous with time. So sad to lose that history.
These carriage drivers were hosing off their beautiful horse to keep it cool. I was tempted to ask if they'd spray me down, too.
I haven't researched who VBT is yet, but clearly I needed to be with them.
What actually caught my eye on the bike tour van was the Spanish moss caught in the handlebars of this bike. It made me chuckle.
The fountain in Ellis Square that I walked by daily. I still regret that I didn't run through it at least once.
I had a hard time getting photos of houses because those pesky live oaks kept getting in the way. These homes were typical of what I saw. I love the architectural styles.
A lovely faded Victorian lady. Such fabulous ornateness.
These painted ladies were a bit (or a lot) more garish. I don't know that the Pepto Bismol quality of the house on the left comes through clearly in this photo.
I was tempted to knock on the door of this amazing mansion and ask for a tour. I can't imagine actually living here.
Further temptation - I saw at least two places for rent. No info on how much, though.
I was surprised at how few flowers there were. Some rose bushes, a bit past their prime, and a few planters, but nothing like the floral extravaganzas you find in Alaska. Obviously, I missed the magnolia peak.
All right, my southern friends, I saw this fabulous flat-needled pine in the cemetery. What is it?
The fountain in Forsyth Park was ornate, but not really my style. I would guess the artist was under a Greek influence.
A kind woman was willing to take my picture - proof that I was really there.
A memorial in Forsyth Park to a Civil War general and a couple of other leaders. Hmm, must not have been very important to me, I don't remember their names. Quite the monuments, though.
Yes, I took a picture of a t-shirt in a Bob's Your Uncle shop, and I was tempted to buy it, too. We have quite a BOB cult here in Valdez. You know, those of us who revere the Big Orange Ball in the sky when it makes a rare appearance.
I was getting ready to cross a street when I came to an abrupt stop. It suddenly dawned on me that the sidewalks were studded with oyster and clam shells.
I was having calamari and Southern Spiked Tea on the deck of Joe's Crab Shack (I love being able to eat outdoors!) when I saw these two ships passing on the river. I'm sure glad I don't have to worry about oil spill response planning in this area!
The Inn at Ellis Square - the very nice hotel on Bay St. where I stayed. My room overlooked the river.
I had to stop in the middle of the intersection to take this picture. A sign indicating the direction to an entirely different state made me laugh out loud. I am so Alaskan.
The spire of St. John's Cathedral near Forsyth Park.
St. John's main altar. On either side were two smaller altar areas, one for Mary and the other I'm not sure. The colors and stained glass windows in this cathedral were amazing. I wish it were easier to photograph such big spaces.
St. John's organ loft, situated opposite the main altar. I would love to hear this organ being played.
Sunset over the Savannah River.
Sunset party boat on the Savannah River. They were having a good time serenading the riverside strollers with YMCA.
Further proof I was there.
