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To Lafollette and Back.

Lighting bugs pop like flickering bulbs affixed to broken fuse boxes. The night stars, seen in their fullest, are set upon an inky, black canvas. The air is sweet with honeysuckle and a church, set on a hill, sings praises and demonstrates signs following.

Fears, misgivings and stereotypes about the South often distort the reality of Southerners’ lives. As a photographer, I find myself invited into worlds beyond my own. With these experiences come a chance to learn, go beyond a headline, and find deeper understanding. It is my hope that in photographing these worlds I can bring others into them as well and allow them a chance to do the same.


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