What you can't hear: the loudest-largest boxed fan on a 95º day.
What you can't see: the peeling murals on the walls.
What you can't smell: the ribs and collard greens and cornbread in the making.
This is not the portrait of a sad, mad, or grumpy little girl. It's just August in the south.
3 comments:
the way you capture moments, wonderful..
I grew up in Atlanta; live in Colorado now. But I'm coming back this week. Love that I can feel all the things you described perfectly through your shot.
you are my southern eminence
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