It may not look very impressive BUT it was the biggest fish caught all week, not even the experienced uncles on a boat caught anything worth keeping. I was proud… obviously.

Where the red clay soil meets the mountainous region… pretty plants, dead animals, and chubby snakes. Mom loved Mr. Moccasin.

…to grandmother’s house we go.

beautiful bridge along the way along with rundown city centers and more dollar generals than we could count.

While in a glass shop in rural Arkansas, we met this lonely woman who daily goes out and “shoots gators”. I responded with “o wow, how many alligators a week do you kill?” She smugly chuckled and said “I don’t kill them, I shoot them with my camera”.

I later practiced this skill with an escaped peacock at the over-manicured botanical garden Alex and I found ourselves wandering through. It only took 20 minutes of running in circles to shoot him goooood.