low country

dawn does’t crack in the low country of Georgia. Much like everything else here, it just kind of eases into it. No reason to hurry, it’s just too hot. We saw trees that were dead for decades that didn’t know it yet, so they just kept gripping the beach while wind and sand polished them into amazing abstract sculptures. ┬áSome of the most powerful and richest people in the world came to Jekyll Island for a while, but they’re dead and gone now. It was never their home. These trees though, they belong here.