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Hey Kid, Wanna Smoke?

Holy crap, someone is still manufacturing training smokes? I vaguely remember these as a kid, but I was pretty sure we’ve wised up since then. But there they sat, in Savannah’s Candy Kitchen, along with a bunch of other retro candies that I also thought had gone to the great hereafter. Which reminds me, for those who want a smokeless candy option, be sure to stock up on some Big League Chew while you’re in town.

Fort Pulaski

Throughout history, it has always been easier to destroy than to create. And so it was with Fort Pulaski. Pulaski’s  eleven foot thick walls took 18 years to construct, and were thought to be impenetrable by the smooth bore cannon balls of the time. But it only took 30 hours of shelling by the new rifled artillery of Union Forces in 1862 to breach the walls and force the fort’s surrender. In little over a day, the age of large defensive fortresses came to an end.

Cathedral of St. John the Baptist

The French Gothic Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in historic downtown Savannah, GA.

Bird

We spent the day mountain biking some of Skidaway’s great trails, which pass through miles of moss-draped, twisted, oak trees. A highlight was watching what I think was a Great Blue Heron fish in the shallow water marsh in the outskirts the park.

But don’t take my word that this picture is really of a Great Blue Heron. I know nearly as much about birds as I do about breathing underwater, which is to say that if my survival depends on my knowledge of either, I’m kind of screwed. So while this could be a Great Blue Heron, it could also be a peacock for all I know.

Vampire Moss

Skidaway Island State Park

This is something you have to see for yourself, because capturing the beauty of sunlight filtered through the Spanish moss draped oak trees at the entrance to Skidaway State Park, near Savannah, Georgia, is well beyond my skill as a photographer. I’m coming to the view that Spanish Moss doesn’t really exist, or that maybe it exists in the way vampires are said to; you can see it, but it can’t be photographed. Which leads to the inevitable question, does Spanish Moss have a soul? I’m guessing no, because every picture I’ve taken of the stuff comes out as complete crap. All of the subtle shadows and highlights that make it such a wonderful sight get blown out on film. So if you want to see it for real, you’ll have to come here. It’s worth the trip.

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