Bickley

There’s a typically disregarded homelike small town in southern Georgia called “Bickley.” It’s where my grandparents and their daughter (my mom) used to live. My grandparents still own a farm there with woods, land, lofts and their former house which is a near wreck right now, with wood slabs dangling out of the ceiling — and old boxes, torn furniture and vintage tapes covering the floor. However, every little detailed aspect contained in their property is strikingly beautiful if you look at it in the appropriate perspective. My uncle, after living there a long time with his parents and his little sister (my mother), he respectively named his dog after the place.

All of the scenery there is literally awe-inspiring. I always remember to keep my eyes open with a vintage filter coating them to put everything in every possible view, because the place looks good whether you see at as old-fashioned, modern or just the way it is. There is pure emotion everywhere: in the fields of cotton, in the cracks on the roof of the home, and within the cobwebs covering one of the old, decomposed farmhouses that have boards hung out of their sides. I always love just sitting back to look at it, obviously ignoring the mosquitoes and heat. Sometimes Papa would tell me stories about things that would happen there, and Nana would describe the intricacies within the main house, and Mom would tell me about the fun times with my uncle. It’s nothing out of this world, but it gives me chills to be at such a legendary place. Bickley and its wonders are a huge chunk out of my family’s life and it’s something that will most undoubtedly be inherited in the future to my (and my brothers’) offspring forever.

I love taking photographs and I captured a few memories and moments last week when I had the opportunity to visit Bickley as I stayed at my grandparents’ current house in Waycross (a moderately larger town right around that area), along with the rest of my family. Though the majority of these are obviously recent, a few of these photos are from last year. But take a glimpse of what it’s like to spend a few instants in a place where the little things matter the most.