The villages and farms that once dotted the foothills and the banks of Cornhouse Creek are disappearing fast. Where pioneers settled and common people toiled few vestiges remain of early life in this area: crumbling farmhouses, barns, and chimneys standing alone.
Tough times have taken their toll – drought parches the corn fields, the local ironworks shut down, Walmart arrives and small town shops can’t survive.
Is there no hope for life in the Appalachian foothills? Is it all a ruin?
Hardly. Pioneer spirit lives in this blue sky country with red clay soil. I know, because I have been listening to people. People who are thriving, telling stories, and getting on with it: farmers, judges, pottery makers, carpenters, recovering addicts, teachers. They are the future.
My goal is to create a photofilm of people with amazing personal stories and images of artifacts and buildings that are disappearing from our landscape. Please join me …
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