Finally, my Georgia Trip

So I'm kind of a lame-0 and finally got around to posting some stuff from my Georgia trip. I blame my procrastination on my space bar problems (see couple posts down to understand). That and I wanted to edit some of the photos. They didn't all get edited, but whatever. This is a blog, not my portfolio. Although there are some great edited Georgia pics on my portfolio website. More about that later.

First off, it was obviously pretty amazing. I want to live there. For real. I'll just have to invest in some great bug protection (for myself and wherever I'll live-palmetto bugs (nice euphemism for COCKROACHES) and I don't really get along). And the people there are just, well southern. I don't know many more words to describe it. It's a good thing though. And these pics aren't in any darn tootin order. Just the order that I please. And that's southern too.


For sure one of the highlights of my trip- seeing Janet Felosi, the first girl I got to see baptized. She drove from Atlanta to Augusta just so she could see us. We're trying to get her to go on a mission. Or move out west. Or both.

Kylia Weller- the 5 year old who when she saw me ran up to me and said "Sis Stewart, I missed you so much!" It's good to know that 5 year olds remember you (and miss you) even though it's been over a year. Savannah, GA.

Cindy Vogel (aka The German) and Rachel. Martinez, GA.

Here is the biggest oak tree I've ever seen. This picture doesn't even do it justice. You can drive trucks underneath the branches. Talk about the coolest tree house ever! Savannah, GA.

This is a little out of order. This is one of my best friends, Rachel Dean, from Birmingham, Alabama. I made a stop to see her on my way to Georgia and it was so well worth it. Here we are at the Purple Onion, her favorite place for gyros. I've been hearing about these things since we were college freshman way way back in the day, so obviously I had to go to experience it for myself. And I wasn't disappointed. Even if I was, Rachel would probably cut me for being disappointed, so I would never say I was. But for real, I wasn't.

Me, Heidi Bailey, Rachel Redman, Sis Fraraccio and Michael. Martinez,GA.

Rachel and Amanda at Amanda's semi-bachorlette party. I was going to jump out of a cake, but it just didn't seem appropriate. Okay, actually they just didn't have any cakes for me to jump out of or I totally would have. Martinez, GA.

Back in Savannah- Wormsloe Historic Place. This guy named Wormsloe (bet he got teased as a kid) had this huge plantation back in the glory days of the South and for his "driveway" he planted like hundreds of oak trees in a lining either side of the drive. Over the years they have gotten bigger and grown at the top to meet the other side for this beautiful canopy of oak with of course spanish moss hanging ever so southernly. Savannah, GA

Here is a view of the drive. It goes on for quite awhile, you can kind of tell from this picture, but not really. Once again, pictures don't do this justice. It is breathtaking. You. Just. Don't. Even. Know. Unless you've been there, of course. But probably not. Double click to enlarge to make it feel like you're there. Sorry, they don't have computer sensory technology for us poor folks so you won't be able to smell or feel. It smelled good and it felt warm and sticky.

Some more awesome greeness of Georgia. You can look, but there are no alligators in the water. I checked. When I was there. But there weren't. So sad. Savannah, GA.

COOLEST CEMETARY EVER. Bonadventure in Savannah. If you can call cemetaries cool, which I think I just did, so in fact yes, you can call them cool. It's cool because it is just so darn old. So there is a lot of overgrown vegetation, but the cemetary is still well taken care of. It is also right next to this big marsh. (no alligators here either). Can we say creepy place to go to at night?

I didn't even realize until after I was looking at the pictures that this statue was holding a rose. Very romantic, but not in the lovey dovey romantic way, if you know what I mean.



So I think this is the grave of a little girl named Gracie. This statue is supposed to look like her. I didn't know that until after I took the picture, but I really liked the statue. Too bad they don't make cemetaries like they used to.


Crooked view. It's artistic, okay? Actually I was trying to take pictures like a mad woman because I had only minutes to be able to take this place all in before we had to leave. Definitely going back there. Just probably not tomorrow.


This is what I'm talking about the greeness! That tree is about to overtake the lights. Awesome.


One night one of the members and I had fun doing these "light painting" photos. This one is kind of dark, I have a better one. Just letting you know. But it was fun. What you do is leave your shutter open for like 30 seconds on a tripod and then move lights around. The fire is flashlight. Then you quickly stay still (oxymoron?) and we had the motion detector light go off so you could see me in the tent. And I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. It was worth it. Lynnae, the woman that did it with me, she was able to "draw" a fire, and her holding a stick with a marshmellow over that she also drew. It was sweet.


I had to include at least one from the wedding. This is Amanda- she was one of those awesome members in Georgia. It's one of the main reasons I went down-was for her wedding because she will then be moving to Maryland! But her parents were like our adoptive parents on the mission. I even call her dad Poppi, and even forgot what his first name even was. It was a great fun time. Especially dancing. I love dancing at weddings. Or I should say, I love going crazy. The rest is up for your interpertation. Let's just say some certain readers know my particular dancing style...


This shot I got while someone lit a little box of matches on fire. I was moving my camera around to get some cool light effects, and just so happened that they showed up clear in the background.



I leave this one for last. I guess you could say that this is my "I have to go back to Rexburg, Idaho?" face. It doesn't even really capture how much Imiss Georgia already again. You. Don't. Even. Know. There were obviously a lot of other great people that we saw and a lot of great food that we had. So until next time, Georgia will be in my heart. (*Still trying to get it off my stomach...)