Pensive as always.
When you simply want to relax out back.
Even in the South, it never hurts to remember your roots.
Amidst decay, there is life.
On the eve of two rivals facing off, colors compete as well.
Football is kind of a big thing here.
It is a big thing.
In the middle of a school town lies a magnificent tower.
Rows of stacks of wood, ready to be shipped.
The tour of a dry kiln.
Looks pretty warm inside.
A wider look.
Almost as if you could feel it.
Loading equipment.
And how to process the wood.
As expected, a large turnout for the day's game.
Down to local university, the streets are alive.
And now we're down in the historic town of Selma.
Old stores stand the test of time.
The historic (and possibly haunted!) St. James Hotel.
A pleasant dining room inside the hotel.
Painting from older times.
At the center of the hotel, a fountain of beauty.
The site of the original bridge, and beyond it, a historic bridge with some rich, and dark, history.
The Alabama River
Another look at the hotel.
The Edmund Pettus Bridge, site of Bloody Sunday.
A reminder.
A larger reminder.
In remembrance of people who truly made a dfference.
A view for unity and hope.
So that we may never forget those who have sacrificed all.
Looking back towards Selma.
Symbolic.
History was made here.
