I have visited Sapelo Island before. In fact the last time I was there, Yvonne Grover was my guide as she was again this time. Since my last visit, the lighthouse has been completely restored. Once hidden among island trees and under growth, it is now visible and very accessible. The ferry ride over takes about 30 minutes and is just plain fun! Every kind of Atlantic sea bird follows the boat diving into the water with the hopes of coming away with some coastal delicacy.

Good news: once you are on the island, you travel from location to location with a group of people, which is a good thing since the wildlife is quite visible. It is different than being on Cumberland Island where you get off a ferry and are free to wander around the island visiting the beach and the ruins of old houses. Sapelo remains residential in its own way. Families live and work there and are quick to welcome strangers. I always find being on the island is both fascinating and intriguing.

When you have a few extra minutes, please watch this video on this very special place: Sapelo Island.

Even a rainy day can be beautiful. I drove up to the gorge quickly on Saturday just to see if there were low hanging clouds over the area. I wasn’t the only photographer to brave the rainy weather with a camera.

It was hard to past this view and not stop and linger long—very long.

There’s not too much to say or add to this photo except that I didn’t want to leave. Both were taken at the Jekyll Island Club.

Last week, I came home from a trip only to discover that deer had descended on my pansies. A couple blooms survived the attack only because they were too small to be eaten. (Notice the perfectly chewed off stems in the photo above.) A day later, the two blooms opened and began to grow. Lorrine, my across-the-street neighbor told me that the deer won’t come near a house when dogs are present. “Great,” I said looking down at the damage. “The dogs were gone, too.”

She smiled and then went on to tell me how once she tried to capture a family of fox that had set up house in a ditch in the corner of her front yard. (After a year and a half of living here, I’m beginning to learn when some Call of The Wild tale is about to be told.) As I listened with my usual wide-eyed amazement, she explained how she had failed miserably in her attempt. And then with a chuckle said, “Instead of catching a fox, I caught the Jack Russell Terrier that lived across the street.”

I nearly fainted! I thought about Chipley and how if he ever got loose, he could ended up being “caged” in Lorrine’s ditch! And she didn’t just catch the Jack Russell once, she caught him twice but never a single fox!

I’m going to lock up my dogs and never let them out of my sight! (Which is what I normally do anyway.)

It is a rainy, cozy day in northeast Georgia.  The Chattahoochee River in this photo seems very powerful as it rushes over a small dam.