The Road To Gma's House
When you take a ride deep down 75 south, miles down, you'll find my family hometown of Logtown, GA.
To say it's small would be an understatement. For the most part the residents are my cousins, aunts, and relatives in general. The beauty of it to me is the simplicity. Dirt roads, open land, cows, and quiet still nights.
I spent my childhood coming here for weekends to spend time with grandmother and cousins, but it wasn't until my adulthood that I truly appreciated the peace the country could bring. The open space to truly think and reflect.
Photographed here is the dirt road that leads to my grandmother's house on Logtown Road. She passed earlier this year, and my feelings are still unsettled. So many things I could have and should have done differently.
This road, her house and scenes around, all still hold her energy, her vibrant light. Her presence expands the land her home sits on and can be felt in every step. These spaces hold memories from a much simpler time….carefree childhood, and moments with my grandmother. I always leave with a reminder to cherish your loved ones while they're here, with action and intention.
I'm thankful that I can return to where my roots live. Where those before me came and laid a foundation of faith and love.
The last photo is the pink house belonging to our cousin Mary, it's the first house you pass making the turn to my grandmother's house. It was always a sign that Gma was right around the corner.