I’ve always wanted to visit Savannah. Without knowing anything about the city, what drew me there was the image of Spanish moss hanging lazily from the twisted limbs of live oak trees. I can’t remember the first time I saw a picture of the famous drive at Wormsloe Plantation, but …
Welp. I was that guy this morning in the campground. I was so proud of myself for waking up at 5am in the pitch blackness of still-night. I got out of bed even though it was drizzling and I could hear large drops on my tent, plop…plop…ploploplop. I went back …
Years ago one of my girlfriends introduced me to the glass artwork of Dale Chihuly via some grainy photos on her phone and I was hooked forever. Then he brought his magic to the Cheekwood Botanical Garden in Nashville and I haunted that place every chance I got just to …
As I write this, it’s raining outside. Through the window I can see the tide rolling in and my freezing cold self is warming up by the giant wood stove in the middle of the cottage. It’s so darn cozy in here, I barely know what to do with myself. …