Any hotel that still advertises free HBO is grimy and the Ole Miss Motel is no exception. Bands come through there regularly, so everything is wrapped in plastic. Even the mattresses. Sleep is crunchy. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. Free wi-fi!
AJAX has some serious soul food. Good suggestion Brooke. The country fried steak and catfish doesn't photograph like they taste.
Square Books is the oldest new bookstore in the South. David, a friend-of-a-friend, works here and gives us the skinny on the town.
Boman quickly becomes friends with Mr. William Faulkner, who also rocks Blu Blockers.
We bump into Bethany three times in 24 hours. The first time was at Graceland Too. Next a gas station. The third time, shown here, on a duel bike. She yells "MANIFEST DESTINY 2.0," and rides away with a big smile.
We didn't get to talk to this guy because he was really busy riding around the square on his mini-bike two or three times. Something tells me he's a super senior.
The first Presidential debate.
We decide to head to Clarkdale, and soon find ourselves in a time warp.
It's the birthplace and world capital of the Blues.
We initially come to pass through and show Susan, the gallery director of Brick Gallery, my work. She offers to put us up for the night, and we quickly accept.
Ideas for Mother's Day.
This is Ground Zero - a blues bar owned by Morgan Freeman.
The doorman thinks it's hot too.
I brought a harmonica on the trip specifically for not-falling-asleep-while-driving. I wonder how far this guy had to drive.
People come from all over the country to hear good blues.
"The Grandfather of Rock'n'Roll," Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil to play the guitar at this intersection.
We arrive at the Cotton Gin Inn, Mississippi's oldest B&B, around 11:30.
It's been virtually unchanged since it was a working plantation.
"Let Elvis rock you to sleep." Boman listened, but I needed to shoot photos first. There was blues music playing from a radio somewhere to keep me company.
This is our shack for the night. Pretty amazing.
Any hotel that still advertises free HBO is grimy and the Ole Miss Motel is no exception. Bands come through there regularly, so everything is wrapped in plastic. Even the mattresses. Sleep is crunchy. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. Free wi-fi!
AJAX has some serious soul food. Good suggestion Brooke. The country fried steak and catfish doesn't photograph like they taste.
Square Books is the oldest new bookstore in the South. David, a friend-of-a-friend, works here and gives us the skinny on the town.
Boman quickly becomes friends with Mr. William Faulkner, who also rocks Blu Blockers.
We bump into Bethany three times in 24 hours. The first time was at Graceland Too. Next a gas station. The third time, shown here, on a duel bike. She yells "MANIFEST DESTINY 2.0," and rides away with a big smile.
We didn't get to talk to this guy because he was really busy riding around the square on his mini-bike two or three times. Something tells me he's a super senior.
The first Presidential debate.
We decide to head to Clarkdale, and soon find ourselves in a time warp.
It's the birthplace and world capital of the Blues.
We initially come to pass through and show Susan, the gallery director of Brick Gallery, my work. She offers to put us up for the night, and we quickly accept.
Ideas for Mother's Day.
This is Ground Zero - a blues bar owned by Morgan Freeman.
The doorman thinks it's hot too.
I brought a harmonica on the trip specifically for not-falling-asleep-while-driving. I wonder how far this guy had to drive.
People come from all over the country to hear good blues.
"The Grandfather of Rock'n'Roll," Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil to play the guitar at this intersection.
We arrive at the Cotton Gin Inn, Mississippi's oldest B&B, around 11:30.
It's been virtually unchanged since it was a working plantation.
"Let Elvis rock you to sleep." Boman listened, but I needed to shoot photos first. There was blues music playing from a radio somewhere to keep me company.
This is our shack for the night. Pretty amazing.
4 comments:
thats what i'm talking about!... tandem 2.0!
Emily lives back in Anguilla, Mississippi now. You should hit her up. Free place to crash! Oh, and the town is the birthplace of Muddy Waters.
Beautiful photos, espesh the night ones.
Poor unphotogenic soul food. Luckily we know how it tastes!
I love these photos Adam. Very southern and historic. Right up my alley.
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