As we hotel-hopped in Laurel over the past couple of months, we had the unique opportunity to see America. Not the America that gets put on postcards, but the America that pulls itself along nonetheless. I knew that I wanted to capture it, and on January 16 I began my small project. After dropping James off at work and as the sun was streaking rays across the morning sky, I decided to take a few detours on the way "home." With Jonah asleep in the back, I wove my way through the morning streets and captured some of the classic mental images that I will always harbor as quintessential Laurel. A friend of mine who lived there said that when she first heard the name of the city before she moved there she thought it sounded a lovely place. Perhaps you will agree.
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OK! now I'm homesick
Awesome! That's the true America right there. none of these fancy pictures of majestic skylines! Love it.
Great job! Love the photos AND the sense of down-homeness (is there such a word?). Way to go!!! I love it, too!
Those are really good, Mejkin! I didn't know you were a photographer. Laurel looks homely but still appealing, somehow.
Small town Anywhere, USA
Kinda reminded me of Murphysboro, Illinoise. My dad grew up on a farm there and we would visit as kids. Beautiful. But the town is now full of old people and it's dying out.
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