Every path in Forsyth leads somewhere worth going. This one leads to the fountain — visible just barely, a pale suggestion at the end of the promenade, framed by oaks that have been making this walk beautiful for over a century. Red azaleas crowd the foreground, the iron fence keeping them just so, the lamppost standing its quiet post between flower and fog.
Shot on the morning of March 14, 2026, this image captures the park in its full spring disposition — unhurried, layered, generous with its beauty. A couple walks in the middle distance. The moss hangs heavy. The fountain waits.
Forsyth Park is one of those places that gives you something different every time you look. This morning, it gave everything at once.
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