Oakdale Village, Jamestown, NC
Lydia’s Bridge, Jamestown, NC
Woods behind parent’s house, Jamestown, NC
Thermonuclear bomb burial site, Faro, NC
I’m draw to the landscape of the South for what it holds, takes, gives, and the history behind every part. All the horrible things that are directly tied to the land of the south conflict with how rich and abundant the land is. The land holds ghosts and mistakes as easily as it gives life to agriculture and industry. I’m drawn to sites like Oakdale Village, where the land is reclaiming buildings from the cotton mill town built there in the early 20th century. The Jamestown overpass where the ghost of Lydia is said to be, a long standing local legend that holds some truth, is a constant reference point in my memory growing up there. The land swells with rain and trees can no longer stand up to increasingly severe storms in one part of town, and in another seem to have remained unchanged for 30 years. And finally in eastern North Carolina, a thermonuclear bomb sits buried since a 1961 accident under a stand of trees in the middle of a farm. It’s a wild place.