Frank Sintra - Moon River

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart:  I am, I am, I am.  ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart:  I am, I am, I am.  ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow… Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind…
— Gone With The Wind
Savannah in the summer after the rain

Savannah in the summer after the rain

A mile of live oaks buried deep in the south leading to her Tara

A mile of live oaks buried deep in the south leading to her Tara

The Yellow Roses~

A summer walk, the delicate moment of beauty is caught, time is fleeting but I stop and smell the roses….

Images by From Me To You

Rule number one: Always stick around for one more drink. That’s when things happen. That’s when you find out everything you want to know.
 John Berendt, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

To Kill a Mockingbird

"Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summers day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum."

Southern Women are Fickle

Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!
Rhett Butler: I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
Scarlett: Don't hold me like that!
Rhett Butler: Scarlett! Look at me! I've loved you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman.
Scarlett: Let me alone!
Rhett Butler: Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me... once...

The Old South

A day in Savannah.

I get in my car, and see what passes me by…

I park and walk along the street to a cafe I think of as another home

I stop to read, to watch, to listen

I walk again and feel the sun…

and smell the baker’s freshly made desserts.

I see what catches my eye…

and taste something warm.

The day is almost through and I am tired. I drive…
and park next to a familiar building…walk up some steps I have always known…

and I am HOME.

Photos by From Me To You & Story by Tell LOVE & Chocolate

We’re after that same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend. My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me.
— Johnny Mercer
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