For the last couple of days, I've had trouble with Cocoa Smiles. It keeps disappearing, but mrsanaya.com is on the job. If it goes away again, it will get a complete "reinstall." Frightening, I know. So before it disappears again, I thought I would post two more photos from my recent trip to the Georgia [...]
Walking through coastal marshes is always interesting. You never know what you will see or find. On this trip, the island grass captivated my attention. Years ago when I was an editor of a magazine, I chose a cover that basically was a photo of marsh grass mingled with wild flowers. It was just [...]
The sheer size of this tree caught my attention. Part of the tree was still alive and the other had succumbed to the island's high tides. The live oak trees are colonies of life. Resurrection ferns and Spanish moss cover their arms. They are revered, protected by law, and canopies that shield the island from [...]
A few years ago, St. Simon artist Paul Patterson talked with me about the island's original paths to the beach and how they were disappearing. At the time, he showed me one that he had just painted. Because he grew up on the island, I knew he understood what he was saying. New development was [...]
Just living on island time. . . . The hallways make you think you have stepped back in time. And then there was the swing—the one that was in a remote place on the south end of Jekyll Island. We walked up on it and a family was using it all the while laughing and [...]
East Beach is one of my favorite places. It has been for years even in the winter—especially in the winter when the locals use this beach and when they choose to let me share it with them. No words necessary. Just enjoy the sheer quiet . . . .
Even though rain moved in, the beach was wonderful and dinner later at Blackwater Grill was even better. Carl stayed at home with the animals and for the next few days the beach and the island belongs to me. Looking out toward Jekyll Island.
I remember the first time I received a letter from Eugenia Price. I could not believe that I was holding her personal written words in my hand. I have the few letters she wrote to me and even the one that she wrote to a friend concerning a project that I was doing. She was [...]