In the Middle of Nowhere
In the middle of nowhere following the railroad tracks. Heading west across Louisiana surrounded by untold acres of sugar cane. Miles and miles of lonesome road interspersed with beauty and…
In the middle of nowhere following the railroad tracks. Heading west across Louisiana surrounded by untold acres of sugar cane. Miles and miles of lonesome road interspersed with beauty and…
The last visages of the day's sun illuminates the Spanish moss dripping from the live oak that gives its shade to this forlorn house. A bare bulb struggles to make its presence known through the window, while the clapboards seem to want to go the way of the front porch. As I pass by...
Our road trips take longer than they used to. Whenever possible we travel the back roads, the blue highways, the roads less traveled. While America’s interstate highways are efficient, they are also predictable and boring. But there is a lot of mystery and history to be discovered on the roads less traveled. Recently, while exploring the swamps and marshes of coastal South Carolina, we learned of the ruins of a pre-Revolutionary War church. After more research and reading we found out there are actually five such church ruins tucked away in these backwaters and all but forgotten.
What is on his mind? What is he looking at, this man sitting on a bench facing the town square in Oxford, Mississippi.
The Grainery, near downtown Raleigh, NC once made Purina dog food. Now it processes soybeans that are mostly shipped to Asia. The building thunderheads and impending storm added interest and…
Somewhere along highway 42 in rural North Carolina. I have no idea what Enterprise manufactured, but it appears to have been a general store too, selling dry goods, candy, feed, and…
I sang in church growing up. Memphis is the blues capital of the world, we like to say. ___Justin Timberlake I been in the blues all my life. I'm still…
Saint James City is a tiny village at the tip of Pine Island in Southwest Florida and just a short boat ride to the Gulf of Mexico. It is a state of mind as much as an actual place. A little bit of old Florida and where I call home. Fishing and boating are a way of life here. There are no traffic lights on our island, just one four-way stop, and probably as many boats as cars. We have a lot of marinas that sell bait and tackle. At the local Winn-Dixie, the beer cooler is bigger...
I love to take my time visiting and photographing old graveyards. The residents usually don't mind.The statuary is beautiful and their symbolism fascinating. Take the angels pictured here, for example.…
This photo was taken in Mississippi in late March, yet it seems like years ago. A lot of trash has been talked since then and America has made her choice.…