Savannah

Savannah was not a city on my bucket list. Never even crossed my mind to go there until my friend, Jeff, moved down to South Carolina and I made a plan to visit him. He suggested I visit Savannah for a few days before we met up. OK, I said. I had no expectations.

Then...I saw the live oaks and the twenty or so Squares Savannah is famous for. I was instantly captivated by this city's rich history and charm. I walked everywhere (it's a tiny city) and took in the sights and scents, the balmy breeze swaying the Spanish moss on those live oaks I fell for—at once beautiful and haunting. Full of history, older than this country itself.

I got to draw and paint here and there when I wasn't sightseeing my eyes out. The trolley tour was really sweet. And so were the people. And it wasn't fake either. Genuine kindness. We need a little more of that up here in the North.

Hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I enjoyed making them. I did not expect this city to resonate so much with me. But I am so glad I listened to Jeff and went. One small note to add: I sold two watercolors (the first two posted here) sitting on a park bench painting. It was really a thrill. Something I always wanted to happen...kind of magical. But that's Savannah.

Forsyth Park

The Mercer Williams House (where Midnight in the Garden of...was filmed)

The fountain at Fortsyth Park