Behind My Sycamore III.

Some photographs contain stories that are much harder to tell, that you wish didn't have to be told.  This is one of those.  After beginning my home town documentary, it didn't take long for me to know that this image had to be made.  On a hot July day, I jumped in my Sebring and …

Behind My Sycamore II.

This whole documentation of what was left of my childhood began with this building and a call I received from my dear friend Rachael while standing on another dear friend in Columbus' porch.  She told me that she was sorry to ring with bad news, but this structure was the next to come down.  I stood …

Small Town Politics.

Around the same time Walmart stopped selling confederate flags a member of our towns council told a man he had to take his down.  His flag was old, tattered and worn, hanging (quite literally) by a thread.  In a few years time it would have fallen down and been forgotten, but somebody stepped in saying that …