As I wander the historic streets of Savannah,

My camera is ready, my eyes are my weapons. I scout for scenes to capture, angles to attack, Moments of beauty that I can trap. The Spanish moss drips from ancient oak trees, Its wispy strands begging me to seize. Glowing southern homes behind cast iron gates, Their colonial charms I wish to celebrate. At the Telfair Museum old masters hang, Inspiring me to make my own artistic bang. SCAD buildings stand bold works of art, Challenging me to do my photographic part. In Forsyth Park I watched the young students as if they took me under the sunshine, no one can get away. When night falls the ghosts come out to play, Under lamplight I watch and patiently lay. With a click of the shutter my eyes deliver blows, Filling my camera with multiple visual shows. Those places are my muse and playground combined, Through my lens its beauty I hope to find.