butterflies, cane syrup and the king of baseball

I wait for his call

South Winds and Smiles

i found a bit of myself this trip and lost another part at the same time.

Breathing in and Out

a little time with me

i had some family in town for my brothers wedding and we took off to lake ella for an afternoon. i found myself with my camera actually shooting images that i wanted to catch. i see these images and it gives me faith in love and beauty. something that i want to be , become apart of and to have more of in my life. its the first time in a long time that i took pictures of something that was close to my heart.

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,