they don't make them like they used to

horace is a dying art form. he is a country farmer who has lived and love in the same town and the same house for all of his life. in the brief moments in which i was able to speak with him i discovered how precious farming is to him and his truck which he bought in 1976.
as we talked for a small time i found myself jealous of pavo ,georgia's residents. this jealously grew as i looked into the local junk store ! I longed to study the treasures inside.

sweet southern days

theres apart of me that longs to stay in the south for the rest of my life. long slow southern draws, green hills, oak trees and cowboys seem to claim my heart each summer.
i find myself becoming prouder of my hertiage as a southern woman. the gracefulness that is connected to such a title is one that i wear with honor. just like summer peaches,