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 …
This is my first weekly summary, in response to ds106 Week One: Bootcamp. I’m in the first week of the ds106 syllabus and anyone who started the course on time is 10 weeks ahead of me. That’s the beauty of … Continue reading
Shattering glass disturbed me, but on that hot August night in Atlanta, I was lulled back to sleep by the humming air conditioner unit in the bedroom window. I was alone in our Midtown apartment across from PIedmont Park. … Continue reading
The first Phonar assignment – actually a pre-task – was to “tell the story of your journey to school … If you don’t go to school, tell your journey to work, or to anywhere for that matter.” My journey to work … Continue reading
My diving into two fascinating online learning courses this fall has inspired me to revamp this site and start posting again. I’ve been on a creative warpath since this summer, working through The Artist’s Way, writing every day, and then … Continue reading