Tons of butt-sniffing going on amongst the dogs.
I marveled that nobody was gettin' up in anybody's grille. Reminded myself that these were city dogs, used to socializing, unlike my country Boston terrier. He'd have been lining them up, taking names and kicking butt. Chet. You are such a heathen.
A beautiful pale boy was reading.
This city, this city. Why can't Ohio have just a smidge of its beauty?
It probably has something to do with our foul climate. Nobody has time to create beautiful public spaces. We're too busy surviving our disgusting winters.
No such problems here. It was 65 this day. Everybody was hangin' out in the park.
His guitar was well worn around the soundhole.
There's that swaying Spanish moss again. Ohhh.
I want to go back. Preferably arm in arm with someone I love, to stroll slowly down Savannah's myriad avenues. It's a dreamscape for dreams like that.