Since I was a child I’ve heard the song Over the River and Through the Wood. It’s an odd Thanksgiving song for someone who grew up and lives in temperate Georgia. I’ve never seen a horse-drawn sleigh. I’m as likely to wear shorts as mittens. I only have a vague recollection of one of my grandmothers. So what might a young boy have seen on a trip to grandmother’s house in Georgia fifty years ago?
All photos were made in and around Newborn and Broughton, Georgia, and are © 2014 Doug Hall. They cannot be used without permission.