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charm and grace

Savannah is beautiful.
I don’t think there’s anyone that’ll disagree with me on that one. As a matter of fact, there are many sources placing it on any number of “most beautiful cities in America” lists. Too many to link here…

It’s clean. It’s quiet. It’s secluded.
It has charm and grace.
It isn’t like anyplace else in Georgia.
It really isn’t like anyplace else in the US. Not from the beauty standpoint, because there are indeed some seriously beautiful cities in my country. It really isn’t like anyplace else in the US because Savannah pretty much doesn’t give AF. The city itself and it residents are happily cocooned in their small enclave, all happy to let the world move along. Sure, they know the city thrives on tourism, but tourists come and go…and Savannah remains the same.

This post about our anniversary vacay to Savannah will mostly be photos of places and structures I loved.

Jones Street was voted one of the prettiest street in America by Food and Wine and USA Today.
We walked up and down every inch of Jones street all the way down to Crystal Beer Parlor and I’m here to tell you that it is, without doubt, one of the most beautiful streets I’ve ever walked. And that includes some seriously gorgeous places in Europe, y’all.
This isn’t the best photo because it was important to me to really be present as we walked down Jones Street, but I loved the way the flags looked along this block. If you look closely you’ll see the Union Jack down the street after all those American flags. I do love me a Union Jack.
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Walking down Gordon Street, we came across Beth Eden Baptist Church. I loved the look of it’s dark red brick juxtaposed against gray sidewalk and deep green of the magnolia leaves.
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This beauty was on Oglethorpe Avenue. I actually stopped traffic to take this photo. I loved this house! Something about the brick gets me every time. I especially loved the way it looked through the foliage.
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This one is on Gaston Street facing into Forsyth Park. It’s too big for us…and YBW says it’s WAY to spendy. (He ain’t lying.) Plus there’s too much lawn to mow…but my God is it beautiful!
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So much brick.
There is a pattern. I adore the brick. There were some seriously gorgeous stucco houses I just blew right past because they weren’t brick. That’s probably silly of me, but they didn’t move me, however lovely they were.

Further along Gaston Street I found this gem.
It had a sale sign in front of it. It was spendy-ish but almost doable…I want very much to call this house my home.
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For now I live here in Virginia. The place I was born and raised.
There is a saying that goes something like this:

“To Be A Virginian either by Birth, Marriage, Adoption, or even on one’s Mother’s side, is an Introduction to any State in the Union, a Passport to any Foreign Country, and a Benediction from Above.” ~ Anonymous

Golly, that sounds kind of ominous…
But it’s also kind of true.
I left here once, but found myself returning “home”.
Makes me wonder what would take me from Virginia and keep me away for good.

I’m telling you, that house on Gaston Street just might be the the thing.
Let’s try it and see!
Whatcha think?

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Manassas Battlefield

I absolutely adore Manassas Battlefield. I used to love to go there as a child and spend hours wandering aimlessly. I go there now as a grown up to experience that nostalgia.
I love the history of my home state. I love the fact that these places have been preserved, the physical places as well as the history.
When I go now, I almost always experience the battlefield from behind the camera.

The Henry House is my favorite place to visit. I love the view from the hill there. The story of Mrs Henry, stuck in her home due to illness as the first battle of bull run raged around her always resonated in me. She wasn’t able to leave her home before the fighting and ended up mortally wounded by Union fire.

The Henry House

The Henry House

I love how the changing light affects everything.

The Henry House

The Henry House

YBW likes to wander and play Ingress (To me it seems like a kind of electronic version of capture the flag for grown ups.) on his phone, “capturing” and “hacking” “portals” all around the battlefield.
The cool part of him playing this game on his phone is that I’ll tag along with my camera. We get out of the car, go our separate ways, and come back together after an hour or so.
I get time behind the lens, joy of being in a place I love, and he gains important “points” and “badges”. It’s pretty much win-win.

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The Stone House as seen from the top of Henry Hill. It was used as a hospital during both the first and second battles of Bull Run. I remember being at a post sledding bonfire there once when I was really little. I remember feeling a combination of excitement and fear. I was so tired after a day of up and down the hill but the bonfire was so thrilling. All the people, the chaos, me feeling very small and vulnerable and afraid to get separated from my mom caused great anxiety within me.

The Stone House

The Stone House

Sometimes folks get their nickname here.
Thomas Jonathan Jackson became “Stonewall Jackson” when General Bee of South Carolina observed his resolve in battle and cried out, “There stands Jackson like a stone wall! Rally behind the Virginians!”

There stands Jackson like a stone wall.

Stonewall Jackson

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sometimes you just don’t need words

This pretty much sums me up.
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I’m not feeling an overabundance of clever words this morning, but I do see something pretty. Snow is falling steadily making everything white. It’s absolutely beautiful and I do love it.
Rarely do I consider pretty things over clever words…but today I humbly accept the simple beauty of the snow and realize I don’t need words.

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