Friday, May 27, 2011

All Saints' Parish

I come from a place of steamy blackwater swamps, of colonial sentinels with Spanish moss hanging from every bow, of bikinis, of sugar sand beaches and palm trees. A place where a man is as good as his word... unless he's sly enough to convince you otherwise. A land that's allergic to industry, that was once one of the richest colonies in the King's crown and that was later one of the wealthiest states of the first American union because of agricultural labor performed on the backs of and thanks to the technical genius of black African bondsmen.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
29 September 2010





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