Finding Home
"Just watch out the window Ginger. When you see red clay and pine trees we will be getting close to home," were the words my grandmother would say to my mom as they traveled by steam locomotive back to Augusta to visit the family doctor in the 1940s. Traveling from Ohio and watching the scenery blur past the passenger car window until they were back in the south where the earth was red, pine tree needles glistened in the bright blue sky and the familiarity of home. Above: My
The Woman at the Cracker Barrel
She had gray piercing eyes and as she starred back at me I noticed a hint of a smile. Just a small smile and just enough to know she approved. I was oblivious to those around me; the traveling families, the overeaters, the comfort food lovers, the wait staff rushing orders to tables. As a photographer, my depth of field was narrow. All the activity in this busy restaurant was blurred except for the view of this woman from across the room. She was sharp and clear, she was ther
