Lawrenceville Gas Station Landscape, Georgia, 2013

Lawrenceville, Gas Station Landscape, 2013
Lawrenceville Gas Station Landscape, 2013

Lawrenceville, Georgia Gas Station Lawn, 2013
Lawrenceville Gas Station Landscape #2, 2013

There was a rabbit hiding back at the very edge of the lawn. One can’t see it here. I was the only one on the lawn and I know it had frozen in its spot as soon as I stepped up and began taking photos as I had more than several shots and later realized it was in them. Advancing toward the edge of the lawn, I didn’t notice the rabbit until I was standing about a foot from it, it was that perfectly still. Then it bolted into the tall grass and bushes.

Madison, Georgia – Shuttered Car Dealership

Shuttered Car Dealership - Madison, Georgia

Shuttered Car Dealership - Madison, Georgia

A couple of weeks ago we were in Madison, Georgia, a town which has only about 3600 people, but you’d never know it if you landed on its busy Main Street with no introduction. The town has well used to advantage the number of antebellum and other historic buildings present in the county and made of itself such a tourist attraction that the “downtown” area has 165 shops–antique dealers, boutiques, eateries. Traffic was non-stop through town center. The numerous mini-parking areas were 1/3 to 1/2 full but there were also tourist buses. The sidewalks weren’t exactly full but it was a Thursday and there was a more than respectable turn-out of groups and couples and groups of couples. The place where we had lunch was filled and the majority of the tables turned over once while we were there.

The town’s website states, “Madison stands as a true testament to the time when cotton was king…Madison boasts of a variety of activities to entertain and educate visitors about the nation’s most romantic era.” Which isn’t going to appeal to me as when I think of antebellum and king cotton I think of slavery and I’ve never been able to figure out what’s romantic and appealing about slavery and lifestyles of callous excess forged upon human bondage and grief.

But I do like history. We bypassed the antebellum homes and focused on the Madison Morgan Cultural Center (the “first graded schoolhouse in the southeast”) for its permanent and temporary (fiber art) exhibits. Great place. Really nice gallery area for a small show, and the display plan was well thought out.

Anyway, the above photos. This was what I ended up wanting to shoot. The car dealership with the reimagined-antebellum exterior that would have been been attempting to capitalize on Madison’s big tourist attraction. All those columns!!!

Truck Stop Picnic Area, I-20, Georgia

Picnic Area and Standing Water Pond off I-20, Georgia
Picnic Area and Standing Water Pond off I-20, Georgia, 2012
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Picnic Area, I-20, Georgia
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Picnic Area off I-20, Georgia
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Picnic Area off I-20, Georgia
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The picnic area would have been kind of appealing, with a little shade, and had it not been for this dubious, green, standing water pond neighboring.

Green Pond off I-20 Picnic Area, Georgia
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The TA Madison Travel Center, Madison, Georgia.

The altar of sacrifice in the middle, just so. (That’s what it looks like.) How many times have we stopped at this travel center and I never realized this rest area was there? This time, I was photographing the front of the travel center, the sign over the top, when a flock of birds came swooping down from the on high TA sign to pass in front of me and immediately revolve back to whence they came. I just missed catching a photo of them passing between my camera and the sign, but their making an appearing was what alerted me more to life on the right side of the parking lot than in front and on the left. There was music playing, I realized, which sounded as though it came from outdoor speakers, but the seeming late 1990s genre of light metal surprised me and seemed not very travel center corporate, so I followed the music over for a little way and saw it instead came not from travel center speakers but a car with open windows, the man within looking a little askance at me, perhaps because of the camera. I feigned not having noticed his music or him, that I was only passing through, and moved along to look up at the birds on their sign, which put me at the far right edge of the parking lot. And looking down the steep hill I saw this precise scene hidden away. How many people have ever dined there? My guess is not too many.