Back to Work on Another Book

This little barn on U.S. 27 just south of Rock Spring in Walker

County, Georgia has borne many signs over the years. But if you

dig through those layers of paint you will find SEE ROCK CITY.

 

In October, 1994 I was commissioned by See Rock City, Inc. to find and photograph all the still-standing barns that had at any time been painted with the famous "See Rock City" sign. They gave me a box of old file cards, the only existing records of the locations of the barns they had painted through the years.

Within a few months I became aware that there were other Rock City barns in existence that had been lost from Rock City's records. You can read about how that happened here.

As I continued my search, following Rock City;s old records, I discovered about 20 more such barns. I always thought of them as "lost" barns. The ones I found were included in my best-selling book Rock City Barns: A Passing Era. (Still available at amazon.com and used bookstores.)

After the book came out I received a number of letters telling me about other barns that had been missed. I also did some exploring on my own. And then I sat on the project, doing other things while years passed. But now it's time to get back to work. I need a project to do and I have 50 or so lost barns in my files. That's enough for a book.

I'm editing out the best pictures, re-scanning a few that I scanned too small the first time around, and doing the necessary photoshop work to make each photograph look its best. When that is done, I will ship them off to Michael Largent, the very creative graphic artist who designed my book Georgia: A Backroads Portrait, and begin writing brief essays for the text.

I don't have money to publish a book, but I will be submitting proposals to publishers and also looking into sites such as GoFundMe. Meanwhile, if you happen to know a book publisher. . .

Visit my online storefront at https://davejenkins.pixels.com/ to see a selection of my photographs for sale.

The second edition of my book, Backroads and Byways of Georgia, originally scheduled for December, will not be released until June, 2023. 

Photograph and text copyright 2022 David B.Jenkins.

I post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday unless life gets in the way.

Soli Gloria Deo -- For the glory of God alone.

Another Old Mill

The Skeenah Creek Mill. GA Hwy. 60, Fannin County

Tortuous, winding Georgia Highway 60 north of Dahlonega is a mountain driving experience you won't quickly forget. But the route takes you through some lovely scenery and treats you to one of North Georgia's hidden gems. 

In 1832, Willis Rabun Woody moved his family to the beautiful, remote valley called "Skeenah" by the Cherokees, meaning "Big Bear." Ten years later, in 1848, he built the little mill that still stands on Skeenah Creek. Although the mill is not currently in operation, it is well maintained and the wheel is still moving.

The mill is behind the Skeenah Creek Campground, and even if you're not camping the gracious people who own the property will welcome you to visit the mill. However, if you should happen to be traveling in a camper you could hardly find a more delightful place to set up and spend a few days. 

The photograph was made with a Canon 6D digital camera and a Canon EF 28-105mm f3.5-4.5 lens.

Visit my online storefront at https://davejenkins.pixels.com/ to see a selection of my photographs for sale.

The second edition of my book, Backroads and Byways of Georgia, originally scheduled for December, will not be released until June, 2023. 

Photograph and text copyright 2022 David B.Jenkins.

I post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday unless life gets in the way.

Soli Gloria Deo -- For the glory of God alone.

Finding Your Voice

Rock City Barn GA-12

GA Hwy. 42, Monroe County, Georgia

Canon EOS A2, Canon 28-105 f3.5-4.5 EF lens

Today's blog is a re-post of one I wrote on March 4, 2020.

In the absence of any clear idea of what they hope to achieve, photographers often sub-consciously seek to define themselves by their equipment. It can be fun for those who can afford it, but it avoids the real question: Who am I as a photographer? What is my passion? Until you can answer that, you "ain't gonna get no satisfaction." Because ultimately, it's not the tools nor the act of photography that counts. It's the subject, your relationship to it, and your feelings about it.

The photographer who finds his voice, his niche, his passion, most likely will also find that he can do whatever he wants to do with a relatively small amount of equipment. An exception, of course, would be the photographer whose passion is birds in flight, action sports, or auto racing. But for myself, I can do everything I want to do with a few Fuji bodies and three or four lenses; equipment which is also sufficient for the occasional commercial gig I get.

As I've said several times (but who's counting?), I found my voice, my passion, in photography in the early 1970s, but did not recognize it for what it was until years later.

I have always been drawn to the old, the abandoned, the worn out, the passing away. Abandoned buildings, abandoned cars – whatever man has used, worn out, and discarded -- fascinate me, because they speak of worn out lives, lived and discarded with neither name nor history.

FOR SALE (Unidentified Auto from the Mid-1930s)

U.S. Hwy. 411, Gordon County, Georgia

Canon EOS A2, Canon 28-105 f3.5-4.5 EF lens

I am especially drawn to the remnants of mid-twentieth-century roadside culture because I lived it. In the 1950s and '60s I hitch-hiked the two-lane highways of America. I saw the Rock City barns, the Mail Pouch Tobacco barns, the roadside fast-food stands built to look like giant chickens or hot dogs, the wigwam motels. Like Tennyson's Ulysses, "I am a part of all I have met." Or more accurately, all I have met is part of me.

I admire the work of nature photographers such as David Meunch and the late Galen Rowell, but am much more drawn to the work of the great observers of the human scene, such as Elliott Erwitt, Robert Doisneau, and Henri Cartier-Bresson. I wish I could do what they do. I've tried, and I know I will never photograph insightful slices of life as well as they do. But I have a niche of my own, and I must be content. Rather than photographing nature or the human condition, my passion and my role is to document the interface between nature and the crumbling works of man.

 

Visit my online storefront at https://davejenkins.pixels.com/ to see a selection of my photographs for sale.

The second edition of my book, Backroads and Byways of Georgia, originally scheduled for December, will not be released until June, 2023. 

Photographs and text copyright 2022 David B.Jenkins.

I post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday unless life gets in the way.

Soli Gloria Deo -- For the glory of God alone.

Meet the Storekeeper

  Jennifer Jenkins Steinmetz. The Storekeeper.

The lovely young lady in the photograph is Jennifer Steinmetz, my oldest granddaughter. A few months ago she asked me to send her some of my photographs because she had an idea -- a plan to create online storefronts to sell them.

Jennifer has a degree in Communications and has worked in marketing and public relations for several companies. Now a busy young mother with four children, the oldest just turning ten, she is also a blogger herself (currently in the process of creating a new blog), and a very fine writer. I don't know how she finds time to take on another project, but she's doing it. Our storefront is now live with 40 of my photographs and many more to come as she has time to do whatever she has to do to get them ready for online sales.

Visit our storefront at https://davejenkins.pixels.com/. You might find something you like!

Jennifer, her husband Ben, and their four children. My

great-grandkids are smarter and better looking than yours.

 

The second edition of my book, Backroads and Byways of Georgia, originally scheduled for December, will not be released until June, 2023. 

Photographs copyright 2022 Hannah Mann at hannahmann.com. Text copyright 2022 David B.Jenkins.

I post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday unless life gets in the way.

Soli Gloria Deo -- For the glory of God alone.