My son’s baseball team practices and plays some of their games at the baseball field at North Atlanta High School. Earlier this week, as we were leaving the field after a game, I turned around and saw the potential for an interesting composition. The top image is what I captured. I proceeded to walk down to the building. Parked along the side was a red cart. What captured my attention was the shadow beneath the cart which appeared to be a continuation of the rectangular shapes above.
After living in the South for 24 years I thought it was time to acquaint myself with the Georgian writer, Flannery O’Connor. I traveled to Andalusia, the family farm in Milledgeville, where Flannery lived the last 13 years of her life. While living at Andalusia, Flannery followed a routine of attending mass every morning then returning to the farm to write until noon. Her afternoons were spent taking care of her peacocks (she had 50 at one time) and entertaining visitors. Flannery died in 1964 at the age of 39 as a result of complications from lupus. Flannery wrote two novels and 32 short stories. I am currently reading her short stories which are quirky, dark and feature characters who are morally flawed. With the exception of the portrait, the images above were captured in Flannery’s bedroom.