Of all the places I could live, I’d still pick Mississippi. There’s warmth in the hearts of her people found nowhere else. Her soil yields crops which provide for the world. Manners are still valued. Churches are still full. My momma and daddy dwell in her Delta. Porch swings swing and fireflies fly. Yellow planes dust crops and thrill the travelers. Her river is mighty and proud; her cotton, white with purpose. And when it’s cotton pickin’ time, that’s my cue to grab the camera and make a trip through the Delta! Miles before I ever reach my hometown of Greenville, my heart is at home as soon as I see those countless rows of boles!! So for all my Delta friends who won’t be passing through this time of year, these images are for you… because I know you’d still pick Mississippi, too.
Like they say, “There’s no place like home!” No truer words have ever been spoken. Mississippi will always be mine.