Two things passed thru my inbox this morning. One, was a piece written by woman from NY or LA letting the world know about some of the things she’s learned about the South (e.g. it’s OK to take a nap and the air smells like fried chicken).

*blank stare*

The other shows rather than tells. Freight train cars sprouting up from a field, a pine cone wreath, rusted signs advertising bread or fuel, sky and earth and hints at things left behind.

There are 3 days left in Paddle 8’s William Eggleston auction. I’m fixin’ to snatch up all the goodies when I win that big lottery jackpot. You’ve been warned.