It’s 105 degrees in the shade and the tourists stampede the waterfront walkways searching for relief from the heat. The humidity is thick, like a syrupy mist suspended in midair. To escape the panting crowd I took to the back streets, alleys, and side roads. Here’s a part of Savannah that’s behind the curtain.
Two pelicans lounging in the cool, murky waters outside the city.
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting.