But what I notice most, and what I will always now associate with Savannah, is the sound of acorns dropping on pavements and other hard surfaces and the crunch of them underfoot. America is a country rich in sound.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sightseeing and Soundhearing
I love the sight of Live Oaks here in Savannah. They're not purely native to the area, but they come from hereabouts; huge pines were the original vegetation up here on the bluff.
Last night we heard a choral service by candlelight at Christ Church, and walked back through darkened streets made even more atmospheric, if not spooky, by the sight of Live Oaks hung with Spanish Moss.
But what I notice most, and what I will always now associate with Savannah, is the sound of acorns dropping on pavements and other hard surfaces and the crunch of them underfoot. America is a country rich in sound.
But what I notice most, and what I will always now associate with Savannah, is the sound of acorns dropping on pavements and other hard surfaces and the crunch of them underfoot. America is a country rich in sound.
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