South Carolina has so many rural, back country roads. In fact, you cannot avoid them on a trip from Charlotte, NC to Georgetown, SC, as there is not a highway that goes there. I was in Georgetown yesterday, visiting a friend. This morning, before sunrise, I headed by to Charlotte. Truthfully, it’s been a while since I’ve been out photographing in the morning, pre-dawn;
I was cruising along listening to Sirus-XM’s Bluesville channel. The combination of the blues, rural roads, the impending sunrise, the sporadic cotton fields, and the tall oaks at the edge of those same cotton fields, all seemed to blend together and make it a fantastic environment for driving and listening. Also, I got a brief flash of days gone by, thinking about slavery. I’m sure that it had to do with the blues, the cotton fields, and the oak trees.
When I came upon this scene, I was heading north; it was on my right. I admired it, thought of photographing, but then kept driving … I only made it about another 300 feet, or so. I made a u-turn, pulled into the cemetery that was next to this little pond, got my camera, got out of the car, and began photographing. I didn’t care that it was 29 degrees and that all that I had on were jeans and a t-shirt. Getting the photo was paramount. You understand how it is.
Looking at the EXIF data, I was there for all of 3 minutes, not even quite the length of a blues song. I took 20 photos, some landscape, some portrait, then I moved on … on past the cotton fields, the oak trees, the dilapidated farm houses, heading back home. Sometimes, I do enjoy those back roads. Should I ever want to do a book on churches, I could drive from Charlotte to Georgetown and probably photograph about 150 of them. They seem to be ubiquitous around those parts.
It was a great morning! I would like to go back and photograph some of those cotton fields and big oak trees.