The Bird Girl

John Berendt's "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" did an excellent job of weaving fact and fiction to create a compelling character study that firmly put Savannah, Georgia on the map of top tourist destinations. On the cover of the infamous bestseller is Jack Leigh's photograph of The Bird Girl, a sculpture made in 1936 by Sylvia Shaw Judson.



A family in Savannah purchased one of the four copies that Judson made and placed it in the family's burial plot in Bonaventure Cemetery. Once the book hit the bestseller list, apparently the tourist traffic to the plot caused the family to remove the statue. It didn't matter...people (including me) still visited the plot. Do you think I make a decent substitute?

The statue was put on display at the Telfair Academy Art Museum, also in Savannah. Unfortunately, photos were not allowed.



In 2014, the Bird Girl was moved next door to the Jepsen Center for the Arts.



For whatever reason, photos are now allowed.





Taking a closer look, you can see the little holes in the "dishes" that the Bird Girl holds, allowing water to flow out when it fills. Originally, it was designed to be a fountain.





More Savannah photos at my main website.

Splendid Decay

When asked why I love the city of Savannah so much, I find it difficult to put into words just exactly what it is that draws me back so often. I just booked yet another trip there and can't wait to see this historic city which beckons me to visit over and over again.



Artist Preston Russell put the feeling into words so very well:

When I drove down that first Savannah street in 1972, I saw something very moving—arresting. Old things, things that don't tend to dwell elsewhere in America. Old ways, old traditions. Tradition, someone said long ago, is the living faith of dead people. One can feel it here, even on a visit. After a few years, you know it. Old buildings, many dropping in splendid decay, like elderly folks who become more beautiful with the patina of survival. These old structures even seem to endow their occupants with an aura, as if an ordinary person walking down a Savannah street seems more real—even extraordinary—compared to that same person walking around the ubiquitous American strip mall.



Splendid decay. I love it. There is something about a historic building before it has been "restored." The moss, the cracks, the peeling paint...everything it has accumulated over the years adds to its character and heightens the story. For me, once a fresh coat of paint is slapped on, it begins to lose the wisdom and charm of its journey.



In his book, "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," author John Berendt described it this way:



The city looked inward, sealed off from the noises and distractions of the world at large. It grew inward, too, and in such a way that its people flourished like hothouse plants tended by an indulgent gardener. The ordinary became extraordinary. Eccentrics thrived. Evvery nuance and quirk of personality achieved greater brilliance in that lush enclousre than would have been possible anywhere else on earth.







In anticipation of my arrival, a toast to dear Savannah...



because if it's good enough for Rembrandt...



it's good enough for me. Can't wait to see you again and feel your inspiration.

See more Savannah, Georgia photos on my Savannah web pages.