Walking from square to square. Strolling under the live oak trees dripping with their Spanish Moss. Breathing in the scent of flowers. Sipping sweet tea. Being called "Miss Irene". These are my memories of Savannah, Georgia.
I've always loved the song "Once in a Lifetime" by the Talking Heads, and now I know what a shotgun shack is. A fair number of these exist at the edges of the French Quarter in New Orleans. It is worth a wander away from the hustle and bustle of Bourbon Street and Royal Street to enjoy these colorful houses. Some of them sustained damage during Hurricane Katrina and haven't been restored yet or are in the process of being restored.
While in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, the weather was unseasonably warm and I felt as though I had stepped into summer for a few days. As someone who lives in Montreal, this was a great, though brief, relief from frigid temperatures and mounds of snow. So, I wasn't expecting fog. On this particular morning I was planning on sleeping in to recover from a stupidly early morning flight the previous day. For some reason, I couldn't (internal photographer's fog detector?), so I grabbed my camera bag and was treated to this enchanting vision.
I've been wanting to visit the deep south for quite some time. In particular, I was drawn to and inspired by the haunting photographs of Sally Mann. When Heather Evans Smith announced that she was organizing a photography workshop in Savannah, I took that as a sign to make the journey. Standing among these magnificent trees was such a powerful experience. They really did take my breath away, dripping as they do with their magic.