Savannah fountain in the summer

inside looking out

Between hand and face

The Object

You will be pleased.

Reflections of Savannah

fence and shadow

A melancholy photo in my opinion.

wrought iron fence, Savannah-style

Jepson Center calls again

anonymous donors

An anonymous donor.

In other words, all of us with the passage of time.

I sometimes ask my students whether they know of any of the persons associated with the scores of  names posted all over campus--on benches; over door frames; on buildings.   No student has ever heard of any of these persons.  Most students literally never noticed those names; they were invisible.  Virtually all of these markers memorialize former students, now deceased, who like the students I address once felt at home here and who surely found it unfathomable that they, too, would soon be forgotten.  

hiding in plain art

Taken in Savannah, GA, at the Jepson Center (the Telfair Museum).   Why wouldn't this man ever look up at the groovy art above his head and thereby provide me with a clearer and more direct (and surreptitious) shot of his face?  Why?!  

Here's why:  because his precious cell phone was too damn riveting to him.  

The irony:  I may be the only person on earth for whom cell phone technology impedes the taking of unwanted and intrusive privacy-violating photos.

Stupid cell phones!