As we continued our voyage south of the Mason-Dixon line, we attempted to sync up our podcasts to reflect the regions. At this point were were listening to This American Life’s binge-worthy S-Town, a euphemism for "Shit Town,” which proved to be a nail-biting mystery, as well as an exploration or poor, white, rural Alabama. Subsequent podcasts about the Civil Rights Movement urged us to stop in Montgomery, where we arrived at that perfect confluence of a freshly washed, post summer-rainstorm and the golden evening light illuminating the bight white government buildings. It was Sunday evening and the city was eerily absent of people. As we stepped out of our van it felt like we stepped back in time. We stood at the steps of Montgomery where Martin Luther Kind Jr. lead peaceful marches from Selma for voting rights and were met with horrific police brutality. In Atlanta we found our way to his birth home, and the tomb where he and his wife Coretta Scott King lay immortalized. This experience felt particularly poignant at a time when racism and hateful rhetoric is on the rise. We were reminded how deep these wounds are and how far we must go to heal them.
From Atlanta we traveled north to to Winterville where we stopped at the endlessly enchanting Sweet Olive Farm Animal Sanctuary, whose magical farmhouse amid rolling pastures sets the scene for a happily-ever-after kingdom. After a long day’s work caring for injured, neglected and aging animals, we photographed 3 salt of the earth farm hands, Delaney, Melissa and Amy. After stomping through fields of cow pies in Louboutin heels, carrying chickens around like babies and laying amongst goats in Gucci dresses, we found ourselves wrapping up the evening at a local karaoke bar where we listened to Ring of Fire, while Johnny Cash spun in his grave. -Holly