It was the last day of my trip to the Delta to hang out with a bunch of photo friends and the plan was to get checked out of the Shack Up Inn at 8 a.m. and do some more riding around and photos with my buddy. I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could have a leisurely shower and get my stuff packed and triple check the room for chargers left behind, or whatever. For some reason, I woke just before the alarm and looked out the window to see some dew on the window. I got up to look out and saw it. FOG! I texted Lowry to see if he was up and tell him about the FOG! I jumped into some clothes, brushed my teeth and grabbed my bag to head towards where his shack was. All plans to pack etc were ditched, because, you know, FOG! Lowry was up and we were on the road in no time. I wanted to get some photos of the church right across from the Inn, and we did that, then Lowry suggested we try for the swamp right up the road a bit. It was a gold mine! We did some more riding around, found some cool trees and shot them for a bit, then the fog started to lift. We both knew the photos from that morning would make the trip. I’ll let you judge.
My buddy Lowry and I have been photographing this old church near Nita Yuma Mississippi in the Delta for a while. The church was the Methodist Episcopal Church and it was built in 1878. This last trip down was a few weeks after gravity and time took their final toll. It’s stupid to be emotional about a place long abandoned I suppose, but, there you go. I suppose I like taking photos of old places because they have character and have stood the test of time. When I see these old places, I imagine the excitement that was in the community as they were being built and readied for occupancy, then the joy as they finally opened. I wonder what happened to the folks that used to come every Sunday and then started petering out. How the last minister felt as he gave the last service there, closed the door and walked away.
While we were there, Lowry and I talked about how it was like losing an older relative. We knew it was coming, but, it’s hard to see and have happen. There’s a true sense of loss for me and this old place… In some ways, these old buildings are a metaphor for my own place in the world. I’ve still got a lot of years (I hope!) but some days I wonder about the state I’m in! LOL