I've always been fascinated with the views from the airplane. The way that man cuts into the landscape and transforms it. And also the way that some formations of the earth trump anything that man could achieve. For my current class "Digital Mapping" we were challenged to create some sort of collage using Google Earth. I knew I wanted to explore these aerial views, but I was also astounded at the ability to see some of these beautiful, dilapidated structures that I have only caught a glimpse of before ...
After doing some extensive exploring of Google Earth, I began to think about a few personal pilgrimages I have made in my life. One pilgrimage I have made yearly since the age of five is to Pawley’s Island, SC. I wanted to find a little shed I always look for on the way. I had to follow the road a bit, remember some landmarks, but I found it. As a little girl I wondered the story behind this building. I still love to think of it.
Another pilgrimage I will always remember: I saw the house my grandfather grew up in Frisco City, AL for the first and only time a few years ago. As I followed the road to the place I thought it might be and clicked on “street view,” my heart fluttered. There it was, on my screen. How beautiful this century old shack is to me.
I thought about another drive we used to make. I loved driving through the cornfields of Illinois to visit my husband’s grandfather while he was still alive. This terrain was so foreign to me, so flat. I found it utterly beautiful in its simplicity and patterns. Artistically, this has left a lasting mark on my aesthetic choices.
Lastly, I chose the Alabama sky. Nothing is as blue and clear. As simple and soulful. How I long to be under that sky.
Another pilgrimage I will always remember: I saw the house my grandfather grew up in Frisco City, AL for the first and only time a few years ago. As I followed the road to the place I thought it might be and clicked on “street view,” my heart fluttered. There it was, on my screen. How beautiful this century old shack is to me.
I thought about another drive we used to make. I loved driving through the cornfields of Illinois to visit my husband’s grandfather while he was still alive. This terrain was so foreign to me, so flat. I found it utterly beautiful in its simplicity and patterns. Artistically, this has left a lasting mark on my aesthetic choices.
Lastly, I chose the Alabama sky. Nothing is as blue and clear. As simple and soulful. How I long to be under that sky.
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