Rambling with Mama

I went to visit my mother in Grenada this past weekend. We went rambling up toward Gore Springs, down to Cadaretta and then around Hwy. 404 to Duck Hill. Later on we went chasing the full moon. We found a huge abandoned home in between Gore Springs and Cadaretta where the first three pictures were taken. I don't know the significance of the wire brush on the jar, but I remember drinking out of cups like those that are still in the cupboard. Pardon me for the self-portrait from a bedroom in the home. The next photos are from the J.D. Chamblee store on Hwy. 404. The Coke sign is neat and even neater when you look at the art deco portions of it up close. The swamp is near downtown Grenada. They gave it a big ol' long Indian name I can't ever remember. That's the Catholic Church at top, then Emmanuel Baptist Church (my home church), and then a Church of God near Mama's house. Me and Mama also visited Fathead's Flea Market. I didn't get to meet Fathead. Hey, you can click on the photos to enlarge them if you want. The night pictures were all handheld, too, so they may be a little blurry.

A day full of living!

My friend, Robert Walker, and I went into the Mississippi Delta Saturday morning to see what we could find. Let's see now, there was the wonderful sunrise, the round barn at Lake Washington I had heard about, St. John's Ruins, the first ladybug of the season, an abandoned home on Lake Washington, an abandoned church, more alligators than I could count at Lake Chotard and along the levee, a farmer methodically spraying a field, and tons of great fellowship, plus breakfast at Chuck's in Rolling Fork. What a trip! What sights! All right around here! Wow!

Rejoice! The dogwoods are blooming!

One of my favorite times of year is here! The pink dogwoods are now in bloom and the sight is a glorious one! I don't care how much gas costs, get in your car, put the windows down and pick a direction to drive in. Put down the phone, look out the window and see all the beauty around you. If you find a pink dogwood, let me know. I know of three trees in Vicksburg. Find them for yourself...they definitely are easy to spot!

Playing no more

Over the years, I have run across pianos in abandoned churches and old barns. If only they could talk as I ran my hands over their dusty keys to tell me about revivals and souls saved and little girls learning to play chopsticks. Pianos are one of the few things in which a person can express their soul through touching. A lot of souls were heard through these. But now they are silent. Life goes on, I guess....

Going through my portfolio

Been going through my portfolio lately and stumbled across this one. It's one of my favorites. Cloud formations this time of year have me going to the Vicksburg bridges a bit more.

Built to last

 These cars are lined up at a junkyard in Edwards, MS. You can see them from I-20. Some beautiful lines on these old classics.