I travel for my birthday if I possibly can, and this year I went to Savannah. (My parents have said they nearly named me “Savannah Storm,” so it seemed an appropriate trip to celebrate the day of my birth!) While the city’s downtown core has obviously been completely engineered for a tourist population, in ways that make me wonder what sorts of present-day inequities it masks, I had a lovely time trying to think of new ways to photograph the architecture of the place. I read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil on the way down, and as books go, it very much lived up to the hype–I thought it was a very good introduction to the culture of a place. I’m a sucker for psychological interpretations of physical spaces, though.
In the end, I was glad to make my way back north. There was more I wanted to see in Savannah, but I’m going to need a serious dose of Northern sanity before I try Southern culture again anytime soon.