My friend Suwannee Dawn and I are cooperating on a magazine/book using my photographs of her and her text. SD grew up and now lives and works in the Suwannee River Delta, a place that is still pretty untamed and remote. One time I went to visit her, an alligator was meandering across the path to her house.
(this is a 35mm pinhole photo)
The place is hauntingly beautiful, and her stories about growing up there are from another time. I am absolutely in love with her recollections and am constantly begging for more. So I was delighted to to get a text with photos from her, showing the ten or so new pages she had written.
Now I am just anxious to get a hold of them so that I can incorporate them into the layout.
Here is a sample of her writing:
Let me tell you a story about my roots. I come from a small farm so far back in the woods, they had to pump sunshine my way, as they say, but for a small child, it was home. The smell of pine in the air and the tobacco hangin in the barn drying from all the hard work that comes with it. Being the granddaughter of a farmer and a die-hard fisherman’s granddaughter my roots run deep learning how to farm the land and the water. Little did I know that my life had just begun when mama showed me the life of sunsets of the evening and where fiddler crabs cross at low tide and the spider monkeys jumping from tree to tree and honeysuckle lingering in the air. It was summer and school was out. I was 10 years old and life here was so colorful and new. The homestead set under large oaks. We had shade to get over the heat and big orange trees to quench your thirst when night would fall.
Suwannee Dawn at work:
(above two photos courtesey Suwannee Dawn)