- Posted January 29, 2012 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Photo essays: Your stories in pictures
My Rural Decay in Black and White
But as I age and become more aware of my place in the universe, my need to flee my heritage has morphed into a respect for what my ancestors had to do just to stay alive. Where there was shame, I have found gratefulness and pride.
So, my new goal is to take photos and record this area, to celebrate the hard work and vision of a people and a culture that may have been uneducated and socially repressed, but worked hard and didn’t know the meaning of entitlement. A group of people who had to work together to overcome adversities beyond our comprehension. To grow their own food, make their own cloths, build their own homes and raise and kill livestock,,, just to survive,,, just so I could come along several years later and photograph the fading and crumbling icons of their hard lives.
This is my way to say thanks to my family tree that worked so hard to build a better life. I am proud to call myself a Southerner.