Skyward Traffic

Sometimes the most amazing views are 'up'. Walking down the street in Savannah I followed a tree trunk to it's tips and what magnificence!!! A tangled web of moss-covered ancient branches provided a canopy of shade along the promenade. Of course, walking any busy path with eyes up instead of forward can lead to other tourist distractions....so sue me, I'm only visiting!

My Kingdom for a Flute (Player)

Walking through a park in Savannah, Rob took the opportunity to visit with a happy musician in the square...Reynolds Square I think. Love that city, love those squares (parks....perks?). Watching spring open up here in Southern Ontario and I wouldn't miss it for the world....but there's nothing like fine flute playing in a park!

Sunshine - Save Me!!

Just got back from sunny Savannah and the need for sunshine is startling!!!! Here in southern Ontario after a stormy winter, I feel so down, I could gargle with vitamin D capsules and still feel angry at the grocery store cashier just because she asked me to have a nice day. Clearly, help is needed. If only I could wash in sunshine, wrap myself in sunshine, roll in it, fold it up under my chin and feel well again.
Vitamin D depletion is a dangerous thing.
I know they can't make wallets out of sunshine, but I've heard I can get a room made of sunshine. Not a room with a view....I want a sunny room that IS the view!!

So Long, Savannah!

This is actually a statue of a crazy lady standing on the Savannah River. She was apparently a regular fixture there once upon a time, and waved a towel at a boyfriend who never returned from sea. Ahem, but couldn't anyone have told her that's not what generally brings 'em back.
So, we just spent a magnificent week in the deep south and loved every single second. Magical and mysterious and so much fun. We could all use a little more Savannah in our lives and I can't wait to go back. As a blogger, I'm mediocre at best, so I don't think I'll ever have the discipline of those who post every day...but when I do post, I reeeeally mean it. Where's the most magnificently memorable place you've ever been?

A Bluer Shade of Pale

Days, weeks, possibly months contemplating how to paint my office. It was hunter green bottom, beige top, with a ring of geese in the middle - then my extremely patient mate, Rob, painted it my requested 'lemongrass' and it was horrid. Like being stuck in a hospital supplies closet - and not nearly as interesting as one on Grey's Anatomy. So, we settled on the palest of blues. Thought it would match the outdoors. It did. Sated. At last.

Winter in Japan

It's been a sad time for the Japanese and one can't help but respect their stoicism. No heroes awarded, no amazing rescues...just a strong people getting on with things. This is a photo my brother took while living there. Says it all.