Reliving my Southern Gothic Adventure: Part 2.*

continuing on with this week of remembrance for one of the best trips i have taken, i want to relive this time over&over again. this was our amtrack ride from birmingham, alabama to new orleans, louisiana. swamps, rivers, bridges, and cemetaries for miles. no better feeling of freedom in the world....*

Dirty South: Alabama.*

we went to the national park to wade naked in the river and drink homemade moonshine, which roy and susan successfully spit fire with. we met a teenage runaway who was hiding from the cops and welcomed him for a few minutes until he got a little too sketchy, but it was cool. frolicking, naked girls always remind me of good old ryan mcginley. anyone can make them, but they're still so pretty so look at sometimes, especially if you were there and it can bring you back to that moment. anyways, i always like black and white better.*

Amtrack: From Birmingham back to New Orleans.*

this was our amtrack ride from birmingham, alabama to new orleans, louisiana. swamps, rivers, bridges, and cemetaries for miles. strangers on the train making beautiful subjects lost in thought, and my two favorite ladies giggling in the background, as usual. (it totally reminds me of the modest mouse song where isaac screams, "drunk on the amtrack, please shut up!")*