The African American Solider Monument
Vicksburg National Military Park
Vicksburg, MS
04/21/12
Black-Eyed Susan’s on the Square.
I’m not big on flower photography, but I always seem to come back to it!
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Another Holga image.
This is a shot of the train yard in Jackson, MS from the Woodrow Wilson Avenue bridge.
I decided to go ahead and put a batch of my Holga 120FN shots up in a nice little batch.
These where all taken last month at the Confederate Cemetery in Raymond, Mississippi. It hurts my soul to see tombs and graves in such horrible condition.
A Tree In The Confederate Cemetery, Raymond, MS, 01/07/12
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These black and white images will actually be the first ones that I took with the Holga, they just took longer to get back.
In Raymond, Mississippi, there is a small Confederate Cemetery. The graves of the Confederate soldiers are all congregated behind a large wrought iron fence and there is are graves scattered around them of the regular citizens who have died over the years.
As you drive in, you are greeted by a huge tree, it’s branches reaching for the winter sun. This cemetery is one of the most depressing I have ever shot.
to be continued….
Today’s Giveaway is hosted by me!
I love my Holga so much, I wanted to give one away!
Originally, I wanted to do this in December, but the flood took off with the original one I purchased..
So I had to get another.
Below are some sample photos I took with my Holga.
The fifth Holga image from the 1/7/12 sessions…
Creek Off The Natchez Trace, Natchez Trace, Mississippi, 01/07/12
The fourth Holga image from the 1/7/12 sessions…
Sara’s Grave at Grindstone Ford, Natchez Trace, Mississippi, 01/07/12
When you arrive at Grindstone Ford, just off the Natchez Trace, there are two paths. One, off to the right of the sign, leads toward the remains of Daniel Burnett’s stand, and then it loops back to the parking area along a separate trail. If you take the left trail first, you hit the same trails, but come up on the remains of a small cemetery.
The image above is of one of those tombstones. He name was Sara and she was married. She died in 1854 just shy of her 38th birthday.
There are a few other stones there, but this one grabs me. It stands tall and seems to rail against the idea of a forgotten death. If it could talk, I like to think it would say, “I was here, remember me.”