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 […]
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 […]
– Bonaventure’s Brief Benediction – Once a year, as if memory flushed the vein of time, the dead in Bonaventure awaken, not in form, but in color. Not ghosts, but gardens. Not moans, but magenta. A hundred acres ignite […]
“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, […]
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 […]
“One hundred and fifty-six years ago the ‘woodland’s grey arcades, the flickering umbrage, and half-tropic lights’ of the primeval forest covered the site whereupon to-day, in the grandeur and beauty of a great city, stands Savannah, the lovely ‘Forest […]
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 […]
“Such is the beauty of this old city that she has been christened the Forest City of the South, — and none can more justly claim the title.” – The Cecil Whig, November 20th, 1869 The grandeur and magnificence […]