My second weekend living in Korea and time to get groceries. I had actually been looking forward to getting out a little and seeing what the small village outside my compound was like. Apparently, I missed the “Fresh Market” by one day. In Korean fashion, its only on days that end in “8.” However, there were plenty of small shops opening in preparation for the day as I headed down the older section of town. I found a few vendors selling fruits and a nice bakery that seemed to specialize in confections to get some bread in.
As I finish up my project on the Back Belt and Wiregrass regions of Alabama, I thought I would share a few of my favorites you haven’t seen yet. All in all, I have 141 images processed, of which I hope to cull down to about half. I am putting the project in “marinate” for a few weeks so when I look at it again, I can look at it more impartially. I also hope to get a few “good eyes” on it to help with the process, because in the end I hope that I can get it seen somehow. Not just because of the re-photographing of Christenberry and Evans that was an inevitable part of a project like this, but because my own ideas and vision of the South and the lifestyle of the people comes through.
I lived most of my life in North Alabama and Southern Tennessee, aka Appalachia, and I have nothing but a deep respect for the history and people of these regions. I want to preserve that legacy before it disappears completely, and hope that others will see in my images the same perseverance, fortitude, intensity, and warmth that I found in the regions and people as I traveled along the back roads of South Alabama.
In my travels through the black belt, I kept coming across objects photographed by both Walker Evans and William Christenberry. One of the most famous being the small St. James Missionary Baptist Church in Sprott, AL. Christenberry photographed it for years and even made a sculpture of it, taken by the uniqueness of the spires. However, at some point in the past the spires disappeared, ostensibly to expand the church sanctuary area. Here is a look at this church through the last 80 years.
Woke up this morning for the first time in my new apartment and was momentarily ready to tackle the day. I sat up and saw the sun shining through my window. Its time to get up and see what Korea has to offer. Then it hit me that my family is back in the states and it all came crashing down as I realized just how lonely it can be.
Just a quick panorama from my hotel room on the outskirts of Seoul the other night. 5 shots from my Olympus OM-D E-M10 balanced precariously on the hotel window. I was pretty jet lagged as well. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
So I have a wee bit of connectivity back, and I hope to be posting regularly again in a week or so with a handful of images and stories from my move overseas. For now, I’ll continue to stare at the concrete walls of my temporary lodging and hope for the best.
“A towel, [The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
I am headed to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe so I’ll be offline for a few parsecs. Stick around for new adventures from the other side of the world.
Smuteye is one of those tiny crossroads with a strange name. If you blink you’ll miss it, and its all but abandoned. There are more chimneys from long forgotten homesteads in the area than there are actual occupied buildings remaining.
I love old signs, especially the signage in rural towns and along old main streets. Found this one in Ariton, AL. Apparently they all own big arts…
Just a small collection of old cars and such I found while traversing the Rural back roads of South Alabama.