This past weekend, we celebrated Thanksgiving. To our surprise, the full meaning of the holiday came to us as we were concluding our trip from a family visit when we became inspired to photograph a field of cotton on our way home.
Besides the time to gather with the family and to reminisce on our blessings, we experienced the celebration of something that was given to us at birth – the land and the fruits it produces. Georgia is a second homeland for me and a native homeland for Jason. We are both very thankful for this land in which we live, for the fruits that it produces by the grace of good weather, hard labor, and its very existence. Collectively, we are given the stewardship of these gifts, and we paused in this thought as we photographed these two small Georgian fields.
A Southern Rose
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