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  1. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  2. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  3. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  4. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  5. Fort Pulaski: Ghosts in the Brickwork

    I hear them before I see them. Not ghosts. Not phantoms. Not pale figures wandering the corridors. Something worse. Something real. The fort remembers. Click for full poem with fort images.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  6. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  7. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  8. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  9. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  10. Light and Shadow Meet in the Same Frame

    The air still carried that unmistakable scent of wet earth, river water, and old brick. Puddles reflected pieces of a sky that couldn't quite decide whether it was finished raining or ready to begin again.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  11. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  12. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  13. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  14. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  15. Savannah After Midnight

    The enslaved souls whose grief still lingers in the mortar and timber, woven into the foundations of beauty built at a terrible cost. History is not buried here. It breathes. Layer upon layer, like sediment at the bottom of a dark river.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  16. The Mischief Maker at The Bootlegger

    That is when we passed a place called “The Bootlegger”. I had noticed it earlier in the day and taken several photographs. Something about it intrigued me. The weathered brick. The heavy wooden doors. The feeling that the building itself had witnessed more than it cared to tell. When Rob suggested we go inside, I hesitated.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  17. The Mischief Maker at The Bootlegger

    That is when we passed a place called “The Bootlegger”. I had noticed it earlier in the day and taken several photographs. Something about it intrigued me. The weathered brick. The heavy wooden doors. The feeling that the building itself had witnessed more than it cared to tell. When Rob suggested we go inside, I hesitated.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  18. The Mischief Maker at The Bootlegger

    That is when we passed a place called “The Bootlegger”. I had noticed it earlier in the day and taken several photographs. Something about it intrigued me. The weathered brick. The heavy wooden doors. The feeling that the building itself had witnessed more than it cared to tell. When Rob suggested we go inside, I hesitated.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  19. The Mischief Maker at The Bootlegger

    That is when we passed a place called “The Bootlegger”. I had noticed it earlier in the day and taken several photographs. Something about it intrigued me. The weathered brick. The heavy wooden doors. The feeling that the building itself had witnessed more than it cared to tell. When Rob suggested we go inside, I hesitated.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  20. The Joy Between the Storms….

    Sometimes it feels like happiness arrives only long enough to remind me what I'm missing. And yet... Despite the fire ant. Despite the broken toes. Despite the cane. Despite crying when it was time to leave because the trip was over almost as soon as it began... There were still moments. A sunrise over the dunes. The sound of the ocean calling me into her waves. Walking hand in hand with Rob through streets older than most of our country.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  21. The Joy Between the Storms….

    Sometimes it feels like happiness arrives only long enough to remind me what I'm missing. And yet... Despite the fire ant. Despite the broken toes. Despite the cane. Despite crying when it was time to leave because the trip was over almost as soon as it began... There were still moments. A sunrise over the dunes. The sound of the ocean calling me into her waves. Walking hand in hand with Rob through streets older than most of our country.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  22. The Joy Between the Storms….

    Sometimes it feels like happiness arrives only long enough to remind me what I'm missing. And yet... Despite the fire ant. Despite the broken toes. Despite the cane. Despite crying when it was time to leave because the trip was over almost as soon as it began... There were still moments. A sunrise over the dunes. The sound of the ocean calling me into her waves. Walking hand in hand with Rob through streets older than most of our country.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  23. The Joy Between the Storms….

    Sometimes it feels like happiness arrives only long enough to remind me what I'm missing. And yet... Despite the fire ant. Despite the broken toes. Despite the cane. Despite crying when it was time to leave because the trip was over almost as soon as it began... There were still moments. A sunrise over the dunes. The sound of the ocean calling me into her waves. Walking hand in hand with Rob through streets older than most of our country.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  24. The Joy Between the Storms….

    Sometimes it feels like happiness arrives only long enough to remind me what I'm missing. And yet... Despite the fire ant. Despite the broken toes. Despite the cane. Despite crying when it was time to leave because the trip was over almost as soon as it began... There were still moments. A sunrise over the dunes. The sound of the ocean calling me into her waves. Walking hand in hand with Rob through streets older than most of our country.

    kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/

  25. Who's up for a walk in the park? ☔💜

    Thanks to someone in Washington state who is getting a print of this Forsyth Park Savannah scene in the rain.

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    #Art #DigitalArt #Savannah #Georgia #SavannahGA #Park #Rain #Night #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  26. Who's up for a walk in the park? ☔💜

    Thanks to someone in Washington state who is getting a print of this Forsyth Park Savannah scene in the rain.

    (1/2)

    #Art #DigitalArt #Savannah #Georgia #SavannahGA #Park #Rain #Night #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  27. Who's up for a walk in the park? ☔💜

    Thanks to someone in Washington state who is getting a print of this Forsyth Park Savannah scene in the rain.

    (1/2)

    #Art #DigitalArt #Savannah #Georgia #SavannahGA #Park #Rain #Night #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  28. Who's up for a walk in the park? ☔💜

    Thanks to someone in Washington state who is getting a print of this Forsyth Park Savannah scene in the rain.

    (1/2)

    #Art #DigitalArt #Savannah #Georgia #SavannahGA #Park #Rain #Night #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  29. Who's up for a walk in the park? ☔💜

    Thanks to someone in Washington state who is getting a print of this Forsyth Park Savannah scene in the rain.

    (1/2)

    #Art #DigitalArt #Savannah #Georgia #SavannahGA #Park #Rain #Night #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  30. Where in the world do you think this is? If you guessed Savannah, Georgia, you've probably been there! This red phone box stands outside the Six Pence Pub.
    🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

    Thanks to someone in SC for picking this print!

    (1/2)

    #Savannah #Pub #DigitalArt #Art #SavannahGA #Georgia #PhoneBox #Rain #Night #Cityscape #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  31. Where in the world do you think this is? If you guessed Savannah, Georgia, you've probably been there! This red phone box stands outside the Six Pence Pub.
    🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

    Thanks to someone in SC for picking this print!

    (1/2)

    #Savannah #Pub #DigitalArt #Art #SavannahGA #Georgia #PhoneBox #Rain #Night #Cityscape #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  32. Where in the world do you think this is? If you guessed Savannah, Georgia, you've probably been there! This red phone box stands outside the Six Pence Pub.
    🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

    Thanks to someone in SC for picking this print!

    (1/2)

    #Savannah #Pub #DigitalArt #Art #SavannahGA #Georgia #PhoneBox #Rain #Night #Cityscape #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  33. Where in the world do you think this is? If you guessed Savannah, Georgia, you've probably been there! This red phone box stands outside the Six Pence Pub.
    🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

    Thanks to someone in SC for picking this print!

    (1/2)

    #Savannah #Pub #DigitalArt #Art #SavannahGA #Georgia #PhoneBox #Rain #Night #Cityscape #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt

  34. Where in the world do you think this is? If you guessed Savannah, Georgia, you've probably been there! This red phone box stands outside the Six Pence Pub.
    🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

    Thanks to someone in SC for picking this print!

    (1/2)

    #Savannah #Pub #DigitalArt #Art #SavannahGA #Georgia #PhoneBox #Rain #Night #Cityscape #CreativeToots #MarkOnArt