Rambling around Rolling Fork

Robert Walker and I rambled all around Rolling Fork last weekend. We can't get near that place without running by Mont Helena. I was in a sepia mood this past weekend and took this shot of the majestic house on the Indian Mound. Also pictured is what looks like a handmade cross on top of the Episcopal Church in Rolling Fork. The bird atop it literally had a bird's eye view of Deer Creek. The magnolias look pretty spectacular in sepia. Never would have thought so, but I was so wrong! The rest of the photos are from the inside of the Big Red Barn in Rolling Fork, including the massive hay loft. It's so big you could probably land a small plane in that space. I can only imagine what it looked like when it was filled with hay for the draft horses who resided below. This building is awesome. I am glad Robert and I took the time to shoot more photos here because on this trip back the house that sat upon the grounds has been knocked down. Also missing is an old gas pump that stood in a small field across the dirt road from the barn. No worries. I have lots of pictures of both.

O Brother, Where Art Thou

Here is the radio tower that was featured in the George Clooney movie, "O Brother, Where Art Thou". The radio station building has been torn down, but the tower still looms at a crossroads deep in the Delta west of Valley Park. Neat, huh?

My favorite piano

One of the favorite things I love to shoot is the piano located inside the Big Red Barn in Rolling Fork. The Corps of Engineers just bought the barn and about 33 acres for use as an interpretive center. A new building will be built on the site, with the old barn not being touched. I am glad. I love shooting this piano because it just seems so out of place in the old barn and sits nearly in the dark except for the light shining through one window. Every photo here is taken by me pressing my camera against a door facing to keep it steady. I would love to know the history of this piano and the people who got to hear its ivory being tickled.

What a sunrise means to me

Is it even possible to put into words what it means to me to watch a sun rise? I have thought about it for several days now and I believe I can sum it up like this: I did more living in those few minutes than most people did all weekend. I watched the Creator of this world mix a palette of colors for me and cast them across the sky above this bayou in north Warren County. And it happened so quickly that it can take your breath away! He starts out with dark blues and purples, then adds a touch of orange, then dabs on bits and pieces of yellow just before throwing a whole can of golden flakes across the water! Wow! All the while, the clouds are billowing, the warm air drifts across the grass and water, the sounds of nature compete for my attention. And through it all, a lone heron makes its way across the sky (look for it in one of the photos!).

Oh, Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands have made....

A stroll in downtown Vicksburg

A stroll in downtown Vicksburg

A stroll in downtown Vicksburg