The Lost Art of the South
A gift from my musically esoteric boyfriend, my record player has been my
proverbial time capsule to the American Southlands I call home. I load dusty
albums from the past–kings and queens
Old South
Savannah: City In Flux
The lens centers upon a row of boarded up buildings, with tattered siding and
leaning roofs. Along the edges of the image, there is a crumbling sidewalk
strewn with derelict characters. At night,