tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053202067590612898.post554327059127894029..comments2024-01-25T01:42:46.839-08:00Comments on nakedcowgirl vintage: Bill Steber: a photographic essay of the Mississippi DeltaCrystal Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09841150920747260590noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053202067590612898.post-31727023183595949802012-05-10T08:18:26.181-07:002012-05-10T08:18:26.181-07:00Dakota,
Your lineage is so fascinating. I can'...Dakota,<br /><br />Your lineage is so fascinating. I can't believe that your great grandfather was Elvis' dentist. too cool!Crystal Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09841150920747260590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053202067590612898.post-5905112922411690172012-05-09T18:01:48.339-07:002012-05-09T18:01:48.339-07:00Thank you for sharing these, they're so beauti...Thank you for sharing these, they're so beautiful.<br />I haven't been to Mississippi in long time, and I'm itching to return too. Part of my family is this old line from a little town just to the East of real Delta country, near Tupelo (my great grandfather was, no kidding, Elvis' dentist when he was young!). It's such a fascinating place to be.Dakotahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06955329474063496047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053202067590612898.post-26035878849193323392012-05-08T21:56:19.288-07:002012-05-08T21:56:19.288-07:00Thank you for the wonderful description of Hwy 61,...Thank you for the wonderful description of Hwy 61, darlin. It's a shame nothing was open.Crystal Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09841150920747260590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053202067590612898.post-13664543464184161252012-05-08T17:19:29.436-07:002012-05-08T17:19:29.436-07:00these photos are so evocative, wow.
darin and i d...these photos are so evocative, wow.<br /><br />darin and i drove hwy 61 through the delta on our big cross country zig zag road trip in 2007. it was as lush and dreamy and old and sad and haunted as i could ever have hoped. but it was a sunday so NOTHING was open, no juke joints, no nothin. just a lot of wrinkled old folks waving from their rocking chairs on their collapsing front porches. i could feel vines growing tangled in my heart and there were crickets and wooden bridges and river reeds and ramshackle shanties. and always forever the blues.moonshinejunkyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02401889178583608877noreply@blogger.com