My Granny use to say that St Simons Island was a "dripping place." It dripped with spanish moss, humidity, and the old spirituals sung by the Gullah women on wash day. I think Granny was right. Sometimes I think my blood, my very soul, is mingled in the sand and the plough mud of the island and her marshes. I find myself called back there time and time again, since I was a child. Its been difficult, sometimes heartbreaking to see how the island has changed, from the sleepy mysterious place it was for me as a child, to the development of residential communities and vacation condos for tourism today. Here are some pictures of our trip there a few weeks ago.
Sunset on East Beach
Live Oaks and Spanish Moss at the Indian Burial Ground
Christ Church
Black Banks Creek, my favorite crabbing spot
I let this one go.
Pretty Shells
Prettier Babies
My Least One
St Simons Light at Night
Sunset from the Pier
Christ Church
4 comments:
the prettier babies are, smile, pretty :)
and I love the creek shot and the lighthouse at night! that night shot is simply haunting...in a good way :)
Love all these...especially those little sweeties!
Oh, this looks beautiful. And what an apt description of the island as "drippy." I've always been fascinated with this island.
i used to live there!!!!!! it was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i lived in seapalms. used to bike to town. used to play on the playground, but they tore it down........im commin for spring break
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