Zenith Mill Road

Zenith means the peak, when the sun is directly overhead, high noon, the tip. It is also an old community near me. So much of Georgia has disappeared since the end of World War II. With modern farming techniques, the population has moved to cities where there are jobs with some security, benefits and a pension.

One big problem is that people forget how things have changed for the better. Sometimes these improved lives we have make us forget that things can go backward. Back in the seventies, a senior citizen lamented Roosevelt's new deal which incidentally helped bring the United States out of the depression.

The riots in Baltimore have been sobering for everyone. Especially the African Americans who were protesting. A few rogue elements made civil protest seem something it was not. It did not show the line of African American men forming a line in front of law enforcement for their protection or the folks who spent the day cleaning up. Protesting does not mean you don't support law enforcement.

So in the peak of this turmoil, there is little the average person can do. The one thing we all have control of is how we treat one another. You don't have to agree with someone to listen to them tell their story.

When you drive the back roads of Georgia, you see old homes and farmsteads overgrown.
The change produces a wistfulness in me, but I too left the rural areas for work in an urban area.

Below are pictures of rural Georgia.

Fort Benjamin Hawkins

Gnarled pine tree

Wild Onions