In That Land of Perfect Day
IN THAT LAND OF PERFECT DAY
This is a reflection of life in the Mississippi Delta. I first traveled to the region in the summer of 2009 because I needed to breathe after my own troubled times. I was in search of something stronger than myself and attended its churches not to photograph but to listen, as I prayed for a revelation. Over the past ten years I have witnessed signs of strength against struggle, humility amidst pride, and a promise for deliverance in the lives that I’ve come to know.
I photograph in five communities that span some 40 square miles of the northern Mississippi Delta, in villages like Alligator, BoBo and Duncan, as well as the United States' oldest completely African American municipality, Mound Bayou, where in 1910, a New York Times headline once declared that, “no white man can own a square foot of land.”
In what began as a journey for personal exploration is found a narrative of another man’s faith, identity, and perseverance. I see the strength of a single man while acknowledging the machine that replaced thousands, the flight of childhood innocence grounded by the scar of life hard lived, a living room tribute to a symbolic president, and a toppled white king in a conquered game of chess.
While this work makes specific reference to the rural black experience, I am reminded with every visit that these themes of faith, identity, and perseverance are common to us all. These are the traits of strong men. And maybe that is the lesson I was looking for all along.