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....*

Remembering my Dirty Southern Adventures.*

just reminiscing on past travels...it's summertime again, which means it's time to travel back to my southern roots...moonshine, national forests, swamps, ghosts, voodoo, haunted mausoleums, gothic cemetaries....dreams do come true.*

The Last Hours of Our Adventure.*

here are the last images from our wondrous southern vacation. moving forward, over a month later. i will always reminisce and think of returning to this time. freedom that felt like we were seventeen again, although ten years have passed and we have much more on our plates these days. letting the ball drop and fleeing to a new land. completely void of responsibility and obligations. i miss those days, and i'm so grateful that, by being together in a far away place, we can invoke them once again, at at time, at any age. the end of an era? never.*

On the Road and Back Again.*

swamps and legal driving while drinking out of hot pink, plastic cups. dead mystery fish from the past and trash. rain and no bra and streetlights and sunblock. humidity and music notes. french pastries and cafe au lait. i want to go back there.*

Southern Hospitality.*

“southern hospitality” is a real thing. after visiting the south and being welcomed to take pictures at ten in the morning, these guys drank their beers and told me to make them famous. sure, no problem. i'll get right on that....*

Babies on Beaches in Biloxi.*

on our long drive from new orleans to savannah, we stopped at the beaches in biloxi. these homeless men who were living on the beach had a perfectly well taken care of, healthy, clean baby girl. they were all cooing over her and i don't know if i have ever seen anyone so happy. i have no idea who the father was, where the baby came from, or what was going on, but they loved her so much that it wasn't my place to interfere.*

The Golden Hour.*

i stared at her the entire time. she looked so contemplative and thoughtful and maybe a bit nervous in anticipation of arriving to our shared destination. she stared out the window the entire time and i felt like a paparazzi, but she was so beautiful that i just had to have at least one good shot. the grandpa and grandson were so happy to be spending time together. their smiles were huge. it's too bad they can't be seen, but i will remember. as for me, i was just thinking too much, as usual.*

Dirty South: Sentiments.*

they keep coming and coming. i suppose that's what happens when you take 13 rolls of film in 9 days. i'm grateful for each frame. i have recently been told by close friends and family, all on separate occasions, that i should become a life coach. wtf?*





these girls were so cute. they sold me the coolest pair of 70's vintage lace-up ankle boots in forest green and black leather. we talked about blogs, traveling, and savannah. i wish i could remember her blog....*

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!")*