Personal reflections by the creator of Forest City Of The South
I hadn’t planned on Japan. It wasn’t on the list of must-sees, nor part of a vision board or dream map. I was living in New York City — thick with rhythm, cement, and ambition — when Kyoto called not […]
It was a Saturday evening in Savannah, Georgia. The kind of stillness that does not demand quiet, it simply is. The sun had begun its descent, painting soft gold over the earth’s skin, and I found myself walking, alone, in […]
Savannah earned its early nickname in homage to the canopy that came before, an ecosystem woven of branches that shelter both history and hope. The Oak’s iconic acorn becomes a sacred symbol here: seed-in-shadow, potential within dormancy. One acorn, one […]
The morning air in Savannah tasted of parting. The sky, neither gray nor bright, hung in between seasons, like the mood I carried in my chest. My suitcase rolled softly along the concrete path, its wheels stuttering at uneven edges, […]
Come, traveler of symbols, you who walk with paint beneath your nails and poems in your marrow. You who feel the ache of lost names and the murmur of moss in your dreams. You have not stumbled here. You were […]
When I was little, my parents never let us (there are four kids in the family) write a wish list for Santa, without first listing how we would give back to others. Even so, our wishes were mostly wishes. My […]
Welcome to Savannah’s “Forest City Of The South.” My name is Alissa, and I am the one creating and managing this website, taking pictures, writing stories and making cards behind-the-scenes. This is a brief introduction to how I got started […]