|A view from River Street along the Savannah River.|
I awoke quite early, yesterday, to the sound of gunfire. Keep in mind that I’m 1,000 miles away from St. Louis, but that puts me in range of deer hunters. Hunting season was indeed in full swing with numerous nearby participants. Some of those guys had semi-automatic rifles and high-powered ones at that. By their sound, they were fairly close to the campground in the deep woods behind. I had mental visions of a loose round whizzing through my travel trailer sleeping bunk from 1/2 mile away, but none did. What’s wrong with having domesticated turkey for Thanksgiving??
I had planned to get up early anyway, but zero-dark-thirty was just too early. Hunting continued until around 10:30 or so. I suppose the hunters in the area had their limit (whatever that is) and were busy field-dressing and transporting their game to the local tagging station and butcher shops. It was only after the firing stopped, did I feel somewhat comfortable enough to get naked to get into the shower.
After lunch, I programmed my Garvin GPS navigator and took off in the direction of sight-seeing around Historic Savannah, Georgia. The idea was to take advantage of Thanksgiving Day and that most folks would be enjoying dinner with family and downtown parking and crowds of people would be limited, thereby making unencumbered photo-taking easier.
My first stop was Forsyth Park, which is probably the largest of the parks in Old Historic Savannah. To say that it was beautiful, would be a gross understatement. Magnificent would be closer to the reality.
I entered the park from the south and walked northward along this wide avenue toward the monument dedicated to Confederate soldiers lost in the war between the states. Coming from an area where trees are deciduous, these trees never lose their “green” until new leaves push their way out, replacing those of last season. Spanish moss grows freely and gray squirrels stay busy foraging.
|Walking into Forsyth Park, Savannah, Georgia.|
|This friendly little guy wasn't disappointed, but I sure was.|
Arriving at the famous fountain in the center of the park, I passed a lone guitar player sitting on a park bench singing a blues song. His hat was upside down on the pavement. It was unfortunate that about 50 yards before I happened upon him, there was a sign encouraging park patrons to NOT encourage panhandling. Being a tourist area, there was plenty of that, unfortunately.
|One view of the famous and beautiful fountain centerpiece of Forsyth Park.|
After a respectful amount of waiting and trying various shots, I decided that the light might be better from a lower angle in the sky. That would have to wait about an hour under Daylight Savings Time rules. It gets dark, pretty early, these days.
I continued northward to Gaston Street and the northern end of the park. The Savannah Marine Corps League erected this monument/memorial and I had to get some shots. I took several, but I liked this one the best because I got the central fountain in the background – breaking the rules of one-subject, one-photo. These days, we’re publishing photos for the Facebook crowd.
|A monument to the U.S. Marine Corps leads the eye toward the fountain through the canopy of Live Oak Trees.|
|Private carriage rides are offered which further put the visitor in the historic mood of Old Savannah.|
|This statue tops the monument erected to Revolutionary War General Casimir Pulaski.|
|This lovely Old South home overlooking Forsyth Park is a beauty and one-of-a-kind.|
As I walked, I thought I should try one more attempt at getting another shot of the fountain. The crowds around the fountain had dissipated, so less interference. I got this shot and flagged it within my camera, before I noticed the man sleeping on the park bench in the shadows. If I hadn’t told you about him, you wouldn’t have looked for him, but there he is … sure enough. I had to edit him out since I knew he was there.
|Yet another view of the fountain. A photographer's duty is to "find the light" - a moving target.|
I drove around the little parks or squares so that I could see each one along the way by driving around them. It became like a game. I ended up parking near River Street, which is the subject of another blog. Until then,
Thanks for your visit.