Weavers at the Gate
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
“When they reached Bonaventure, it lay drowsing in the mild April sunlight. As they entered, a flight of butterflies made sparse confetti. A pale, shell road melted into a vista of pontifical splendor. The green of the live-oaks and magnolias, […]
“Bonaventure to me is one of the most impressive assemblages of animal and plant creatures I ever met. I was fresh from the Western prairies, the garden-like openings of Wisconsin, the beech and maple and oak woods of Indiana […]
“They come, they come from their distant graves, Some from the ocean’s coral caves, They come from each gory battle-field Where liberty’s cause with their blood was sealed; They have burst the cerements of the tomb And come to […]
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 […]