Harper Lee (April 28, 1926 – February 19, 2016)

While Alabama, Southerners and the whole world honors the passing of Miss Nelle, author of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, I thought I might share with y’all some photos I shot this month in Monroeville, Alabama, her home town.

All these years driving around and through south Alabama, I finally took the time to stop in the county seat of Monroe County in Monroeville, Alabama. Just north of US84 at the confluence of state roads AL21, AL41 and AL47, caddy cornered from Lee Motor Company and its obligatory Mocking Bird mural, is the typical southern town square and old courthouse.  It is now a part of the Monroe County Heritage Museum, celebrating the literary legacies of Harper Lee, all things Mockingbird and Truman Capote’s childhood connection to Nelle and his local relations.  I had always thought the Mockingbird courthouse scene was shot in the old courthouse, but that is not the case. They were still holding court there when the film was made and were unable to use the location. It was used as a model for the set created for shooting in Hollywood.

Monroeville has also produced two other well known journalists/writers: Mark Childress of ‘Crazy in Alabama’ and ‘One Mississippi’ fame and Pulitzer Prize winning syndicated editorial columnist for the AJC, Cynthia Tucker.  If you find yourself in or near LA (Lower Alabama) and you have a special place in your heart for southern literature, you owe it to yourself to take the time and get off the beaten track and go see Maycomb and the Maycomb County courthouse.


Another Dad Self-Portrait


Another Self-portrait by Dad…some 60 years ago.  Dad was working the flat-top, cuffed jeans and the cowboy boots.  He’s been gone a year now this week.  There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think, “I need to show this photo to Dad,” or “I need to call Dad and tell him that joke.”  Damn, I miss him.  I think this was shot on the 2 1/4 square Minolta twin lens and cropped on printing.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Humbly Abandoned

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The front of this establishment was a store not far from the home in which I was reared.  On a recent trip home, I was surprised to see it is still standing.


O Holy Night


O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!