Through Glass, Through Time
From high above the city, tucked behind the quiet geometry of hotel glass, Savannah revealed itself differently.
Not loud.
Not vibrant.
Not the postcard version everyone expects.
Instead—muted.
I stood at the The Westin Savannah Harbor Golf Resort & Spa, looking across the river toward downtown, watching the city settle into itself. The light wasn’t golden. It wasn’t dramatic. It was soft, distant… almost reluctant. And that’s where the story began.
The frames I captured weren’t about color—they were about absence.