Fishing cabin on the Chattahoochee river, Columbia Alabama
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and there she was in all her glory. I went to church here when I was younger. one of my teachers and favorite people Doug Messick invited me to go. I found God or he found me, I played softball, met girls had a life. in these walls we were safe. we sang together, prayed together and shook each other's hands. now she's gone, burned to the ground.
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They came here once. Every morning farmers drank cokes in the small green bottle and watched tourists beach-bound. A man outside wearing Liberty overalls boiled peanuts, checked your oil and filled up your tank. These men are all in the church cemeteries buried beside their wives. But part of them are still here.
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Its hard to believe I have over 150k subscribers / followers. Many thanks! Answering a message sent to me “what drives you to take photos” I cant explain. Walker Evans, one of my heroes, described compositions would be screaming at him to take their photo. I won’t go that far – describing inanimate objects “screaming” telepathically, but there are things compelling me to photograph them. Psychologically I’m unsure what is going on. Do I see a composition and tell myself ( subconsciously) to photograph it? i.e. a moment of subconscious thought rising to conscious level? My images are generally oversaturated and of objects in the landscape – not people. I’m a sucker for the old velvia look having grown up looking at National Geographic magazine’s two page spreads of 35mm photography using Fuji’s legendary velvia film was standard. Maybe I look without knowing it for compositions and light that are more favorable to be shot with velvia.
These photos are from the town of Newville, Alabama (pop 558). There is just something about this old building and the police station. I wonder what was the last business in these two storefronts. Why are they so vividly colored? Research to do, questions to ask.
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Ben’s Bar, Guernsey Wyoming
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Hanging out with the big brain, Bettie Louise Carroll (my mom)
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