For the last several years I have volunteered to photograph the Oakhurst Mardi Gras Parade in my neighborhood. Proceeds from the festivities benefit the Decatur Education Foundation, a fantastic organization that supports youth and teachers in our community. Today the rain held off long enough for the parade to wind through Oakhurst Village and reach its destination at the Imperial. The kids above are from Oakhurst Elementary school. Their mascot is the owl.
The beginning of this New Year has been disheartening. Yet marching with my friends from Disability Link in the Martin Luther King Day parade was inspiring and uplifting. The King family led the way as people of all ages, ethnicities, races, religions and abilities came together to march for the civil rights of all.
There is something magical about a Christmas tree lot at night, all lit up, with the trees lined up in neat rows. This holiday season a tree lot sprung up in Oakhurst Village, just a couple blocks from my home. In the evenings when I would drive past it I would think about returning with my camera. The atmosphere never seemed right until the night the fog rolled in. I dug deep into the back of my closet for my tripod and headed out. The image above was captured when two cars traveling the opposite direction happened to pass through my frame at the same time.
Wishing you and your family a beautiful holiday season and may the New Year bring you the gifts of peace, hope, and joy.
This is what Atlanta woke up to this morning.
My I am Decatur project now has a dedicated website and Facebook page which is why I haven’t been posting the portraits on this blog. Yet, I felt compelled to post Steve Barrett’s portrait and share his moving story because he has an important message to share. December is often the month when we become consumed with the demands of the holiday season. This is precisely a time when we should slow down to relish the beauty in each day.
In 1965, when Steve was 18-years-old, he joined the army and volunteered to go to Vietnam. While Steve’s friends back home were going to drive-in movies and out on dates, he was fighting for his life and those of his buddies. “It taught me, don’t sweat the small stuff because there may not be a tomorrow. I had many buddies die and it taught me at age 19 that your life may not exist a moment from now.” Read more: http://www.iamdecatur.com/steve-barrett/
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Our last stop on our trip to Maine was Boston. The day before we flew home we visited the Fine Art Museum. Aside from appreciating the art I also found interesting moments that were worth capturing.
After vacationing in Southwest Harbor, Maine, we traveled south along the coast to Waloboro before heading to Boston, our final destination. We had heard about Moody’s Diner from various sources and were assured that it was worth the trip to Waloboro just to taste the blueberry pie. Moody’s Diner has been serving up “home-cooked “meals since 1927. It is still operated by the children, grandchildren, and great-grand children of the original owners, Percy and Bertha. And, the blueberry pie was amazing.