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Trip Journal

Mary Liz Ingram —  July 7, 2013 — Leave a comment

We recently returned from a wonderful vacation to Savannah, Georgia. We stayed with my sweet sister, brother-in-law and my tiny niece and nephew. Here are some quick thoughts, paintings and photographs from a beautiful trip:

The Marsh, 4x4 watercolor pencil

The Marsh, 4×4 watercolor pencil

Thursday afternoon, June 27
Off on our trip, driving down I-20 packed in the jeep. Kids in a tight row behind me. Ready to throw off worries, enjoy life together, feel the free air of the coast. Listening to Cake and smiling at my husband. Enjoying the forward motion of escape.

Friday, June 28
Slow morning with kids and coffee, then off to the beach. An hour of sand pelting, hair flying, blowing wind & waves; guarding baby with a skim board, found relief in a tidal pool. Ended day around the table, warm meal with family & laughs.

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Vacations…

Mary Liz Ingram —  March 23, 2013 — Leave a comment

Well, I’m back.

I had a brief blogging hiatus due to several types of “vacations”…

The first type of vacation was not so much fun: it was a work-caused vacation from my sweet husband, who was whisked away on the wings of a metal bird to places of consultation. Packed neatly in his carry on bag was the computer. Alas, no blogging to be done! And my whirlwind of a schedule with 3 kids and work did not, this time, allow me to schedule any prewritten posts. As we jokingly and lovingly say to my hubby, “Go make the money, Daddy!”

The next vacation was the absence of the computer, which was sadly left behind in a Nashville hotel room. Several days later, it returned home after days of treacherous travel in a cardboard box. Blogging delayed.

The last vacation was a splendid one…Spring break trip to visit my fabulous sister and her family in the old Southern city of Savannah, Georgia. She lives around the corner from, I have to say, one of the most beautiful streets in the world: a quiet walk along the Bluff, with the peaceful marsh on one side, and gorgeous old homes on the other, pillared and canopied in huge, ancient oak trees draped in Spanish moss. A-mazing. The fuchsia azaleas were in full bloom, and keeping my handy iPhone in my back pocket, I snapped photos wherever we went. I was, as always, overwhelmed with the beauty, the uniqueness of that place. Being with family always makes me feel nostalgic, so I took lots of photos of the growing brood as well.

Here are a few of my favorite photos from the trip:

Little Feathers

Little Feathers, photograph

The sunlight glistened through the fringed canopy of Spanish moss, draped lazily over the gnarled and reaching branches of the ancient live oaks. The oaks stood a strong and timeless watch over the calm waters of the marsh and the piles of oyster shells littered among the stones and grasses of the shore. The cool autumn air hung gently in silence, bathing the walk in a fresh, friendly calm, and the little boy trotted along behind the red wagon, tasseled shirt hanging low, with bright feathers giving him distinction amongst the gold and mossy hues.

(my reflections as we spent a calm, beautiful Thanksgiving in Savannah, Georgia.)

Little Feathers