March in Savannah arrives like a rumor — soft, fragrant, not quite believable. The azaleas come first, splashes of pink and magenta pushing up through the mulch on either side of the promenade, almost defiant against the fog that rolls in and refuses to leave. The live oaks overhead do what they always do: spread wide, drape their moss, and let the morning light filter through on its own terms.
This image was made on March 14, 2026, on one of those mornings when the park felt like it existed slightly outside of time. Figures move in the distance, blurred by mist. The lampposts burn quietly. The path ahead glows.
Forsyth Park is beautiful in every season. But this — fog and flowers and that particular quality of backlit March air — is Savannah at its most itself.
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