Tybee Island Beach
Stream of consciousness...
I am living on nothing but watermelon and poetry. Hiding behind my lens or a book. Solitude instead of company. Music instead of conversations. Preferring the night over the daytime. The nights when everyone is resting except the ghosts that reside in Savannah. The smell of coconut oil on my skin instead of soap. I continue to write down thoughts and memories squeezing every bit of it into pages. I think I will be done with this town and everything around me once the inkwell runs dry. At times I can hear the mountains calling and the rivers joining in the chant.
What stunning photos! Found you on Clairejustine's bloghop :)
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I have been wanting to make a drive to Tybee for some mental therapy and photos...love your pics...I have the time next week (finally)...it's been all work and no play time for me...haven't forgotten about java... :)
ReplyDeleteWe need to... Come on is nice out ;)
DeleteStunning pictures, I so want to go here :)
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aw your words and photos are so beautiful x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photography, I love places where time stands still and people aren't rushing from one place to the next. Enjoy this time in your life!
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Thanks for stopping by. :)
DeleteAww the beach
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