A Southern Diary

I grew up in the South, but have spent most of my adult life in Chicago. Years ago in Alabama, I had lunch with my mother and one of her friends. When the friend heard that I lived in Chicago, she looked at me with alarm, took my hand and said, “Honey, when you coming’ home?” These photographs are an answer to her question. At the time, I silently thought, “Never”. But apparently, she knew something I hadn’t yet learned. I did need to go home. I needed to find the landscapes in my head and visit both the loved and the unloved. For the past few years, I have spent part of my time in the rural and small town South.