This was taken in the "big" small town of Luverne, Alabama that Eric and I drove through during our journey to the Beach.
So many of the towns that we drove through - some that were made up of 3-4 mobile homes- were almost frozen in time.
Faded signs, painted on old general store walls, such as this sign, were just a piece of the era we drove into. So many of the towns still had old fashion gas pumps, soda machienes and good ol' fashion southern hospitality.
The only structures in the majority of the towns that had been build in the last 10 years are the churches.
The chapels are so beautiful down there, no doubt the buildings of pride for the towns.
Yet they all seemed so deserted, even at 1 in the afternoon on a Sunday.
Everything in the south has the overgrown feeling. A lush feeling of being alive, yet dead at the same time. The forests are wild, uncharted and barely controllable. Everything is so green, buildings covered in moss. Yet there is the abandoned, dead feeling - trees now living in a small house that has long been deserted by its owners. A roof, no longer protecting from the elements, collapsed by tree limbs, stretching for the sun.
I love the feeling I get from being in the South. So many of my childhood memories come from this wild, sleepy area.
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WOW your a great photographer and writer!!
Your blogs make me feel natural!
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