I took a trip down to Savannah, GA this weekend to visit an old friend of my father’s, and coming back, the I-95 was totally gridlocked. End of Spring Break, etc. Anyway, I left the interstate and took all kinds of secondary roads which was much more interesting. As I came through Beaufort, I couldn’t resist revisiting a favorite old haunt, braving the mosquitos and taking a few more shots. Not surprisingly they look just like my previous shots – maybe there are a couple of slightly different angles, but the place hasn’t changed at all and hopefully won’t. There’s something comfortable and reassuring about things that don’t change.