I continue my Tale of Two Cities: Atlanta and Toccoa. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven . . . .” —Charles Dickens
This weekend it’s Atlanta completely. And I have come to the conclusion that when I’m here, I need to photograph only “Atlanta” things. So, here’s the ceiling at the Abby at Westview. This little chapel is a very historical part of the city and because I often go there to check on Sarah Staley’s grave site—she didn’t have any children—I end up photographing the many images that this place contains.
Here’s Sarah grave site—much more humble and unmarked until I decided that it needed to be done about ten years ago. She’s buried on a lone hillside where other single grave sites from the early 1900’s are located.