I live in a small town in south Georgia. This hasn’t always been the case: I grew up in Metro Atlanta-Gwinnett County. Everything I needed five minutes away, ten tops. Now, it’s 30 minutes to Wal Mart, Target, Publix-I have to want to go-and NEED things-have a list-to go. There are 10 red lights in this county: 9 in the city we call home. It’s a love-hate relationship: there aren’t as many things to do, but then, because there aren’t as many thing to do, you’re forced to slow down, to notice things. So I grab my camera, jump in the car, and wander. On a late Friday afternoon, this is what I found. Dirt roads, fields of weeds, just waiting to be plowed and planted, old barns, deserted wood-sided schools that have stories: while there are many things from the big city I’d love to have, the big city doesn’t have these things.