Last weekend I spent part of an afternoon wandering Historic Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta with my siblings. Absolutely beautiful, especially as spring is starting to show her face.
The road trip with my brother, MM, took us to Savannah, Charleston, and a few places in between. We stayed at a bed and breakfast on Tybee Island, just south of Savannah, and in a cabin in Givhanâ€™s Ferry State Park, just north of Charleston. The sibling get-together was completed when other brother and his lovely wife (CC & EC) joined us on Christmas day for the Charleston portion of the trip. Our time included much walking of beautiful streets and squares, taking in American history, sitting in coffee shops, frequenting used book stores, sitting by the fire, eating home cooked meals, trying local fare at cafes, and playing many games of spades. I loved the patterns and lines I found everywhere I looked, and the siblings were patient with me as I enjoyed capturing some of it through the lens of my camera. Here is a taste of what we saw in these (basically unedited) photos.
Staircases to the row of shops, bars, and restaurants by the riverfront in Savannah. The upper level has some fun antique stores worth browsing.
These wall of tombstones was on the outer edge of a large cemetery in Savannah. If I remember correctly, the last person to be buried here was laid to rest around 200 years ago. That is a long time ago for this country. However, it seems kind of sad that these tombstones have left their owners in unmarked graves.
Black and white homes. Walking the streets of Savannah.
Door to Fort Pulaski. The fort is a National Monument and is definitely worth visiting. Even learned a bit about the origins of baseball on the tour–back then a home run was a bad thing as it meant search for the ball outside of the fort’s walls.
This door was a lower door to a large house in Charleston; a large porch sat on top of this door.
Doors and shutters came of all shapes, sizes and shades in Charleston. Most did not have screen doors, and this was the only screen door not completed closed.
Some homes in Charleston had courtyards or yards. Although simple, this space was made moreÂ appealingÂ by the beautiful gate baring me from entering.
Plants flowed over the walls, gates, and fences of many Charleston homes.