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The High Museum in Atlanta is one of the most beautiful indoor spaces I have ever visited. Not only is the art work visual candy but the space is transformative. Yesterday I made the trip to see two fabulous photographic exhibits which close at the end of the week. If you are unable to see the exhibits at the High you can view the photographic projects from Picturing the South on the artist’s web sites at the following links: http://kaelalford.sites.livebooks.com/http://www.shanelavalette.com/ and http://www.martinparr.com .

After viewing the exhibits I wandered up to one of the newer wings, the Wieland Pavilion. It was there that I had the pleasure of meeting Eddie Harleman, a security officer for the Museum. Eddie has been working at the High since September of 1997, when the High broke ground for its expansion. He enthusiastically shared his knowledge about the history of the museum. His favorite part of the job is meeting the people he encounters from all around the world and being an ambassador for the Museum. “I want to make visiting a pleasure so you want to come back”. My visits to the High are always pleasurable but yesterday’s trip was even more meaningful as a result of my encounter with Eddie.

While visiting the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site in Atlanta, I came across this souvenir cart. It caught my attention because it reminded me of the souvenir stands where I had purchased postcards of the sites and monuments I visited as a child. This particular souvenir stand was situated next to the historic Ebenezer Baptist Church, the church where Dr. King served as pastor with his father, “Daddy King”, from 1960 until his death in 1968. When I asked Tremaine, the attendant at the souvenir stand, if I could photograph him in front of the cart, he asked if he could grab something from inside. He came out holding this poster of President Obama with his wife, Michelle, at the presidential inaugural celebration in 2009. As I was preparing this image for posting, segments of Dr. King’s I Have A Dream  speech ran through my head. This photograph of the president and his wife at the inaugural ball represent the realization of Dr. Kings dream almost fifty years after he stood at the Lincoln Memorial and proclaimed:.

…I have a dream that my four little children will one
day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin
but by the content of their character.