SCHOOLING BACK THEN
Imagine yourself as a child attending Englewood School 125 years ago.
You'd get up at dawn, milk the cows and feed the chickens, then walk the dirt road for a few miles to school where you would learn by rote, your teacher doing her best to herd learning into 8 grades of children with varying abilities.
Despite the historic exploitation of African women throughout the centuries, their gentle beauty and strong character are still with us.
IDEAL PHOTOGRAPHER HOME
Some of you CW Togs might be interested in cruising around the state next summer in this cozy 1960 Manorette camper. I can let it go for $3200. I will even throw in the kitchen table and the suitcases. Perfect accommodations for shooting and grilling wildlife outdoors.
Whether you shoot solo or with that special companion, your adventure awaits.
HER GREAT GRANDMOTHER
Everyone remarked at the resemblance to her great grandmother, who had once posed for a French Impressionist artist a long time ago.
BOBBY THE GUARD DOG
Bobby is always on guard for robbers and strangers who tremble with fear when they set eyes on the vicious guard dog.
HIS TWO GIRLFRIENDS
The old bachelor farmer loved his two girlfriends, but they got left behind when he departed for the nursing home.
GOD BLESS OUR FARMHOUSE
Farming was a difficult life way back when. Farmers often relied on their religious faith to get them through the fear of destructive pests, fickle weather, and unfortunate accidents.
Real men take special care to pamper their lovely little dogs.
In the act of dancing.
FOR THE LOVE OF DOGS
Larry told me that Princess Stella and her brother Coco Puff insist that Larry take them everywhere. He said, âWhen the dogs see that I am getting ready to leave the house, Princess Stella walks around on her hind legs.â
In early 21st century America, we all speed along digital information highways without ever looking a fellow human in the eye. As a society, we’ve never been closer together, yet we’ve never been further apart.
There is no need to drop by the neighbor’s farm for gossip and opinions, or to take a Sunday drive down the back roads waving and visiting, or to walk Main Street and small-talk strangers and friends of all stripes. There is no longer time to sit on the porch and take in the lives around us.
I’ve always thought the prime connection I have with every other American is that we come from similar circumstances. Our ethnic ancestors survived as individuals, living off the land, yet dependent on their neighbors. They raised their families helping one another survive, arguments aside.
This was the paradoxical value the generations handed down: the spirit of independence in a community of dependence.
This value embodies the spirit of my photographs and thoughts. They are snapshots of the America we forget to remember, the pausing places we bypass on our busy digital roads.