I'll bet that's not something you hear very often, unless you actually live there. I don't live there anymore--but I used to and both parents and their families (for the most part) are also from there. So though I spent part of my life in/around New Orleans, I am also most definitely part-Mississippian. The particular area I'm talking about is the Mississippi Delta (where the best music EVER came from--in my humble opinion :). The Delta is mostly flat farmland (famous for cotton!) and compared to a lot of the U.S., one doesn't see many places like this anymore:
(farm land and abandoned house outside Tunica, MS)
(abandoned 'downtown' of Duncan, MS)
(the stretch of Highway 61)
('Old Delta Farms' silos on Highway 61)
('Club No Name' in Gunnison, MS)
Sandbar out on the Mighty Mississippi where we spent the day before the Fourth riding in the boat, floating in the water, playing in the sand...I just love a big stretch of nothing.
And where my nephew zonked out for a bit after his first-ever beach trip...
(young cotton)
And a sunset off our balcony. Total soul-healer. Exactly what I needed after finishing the run of the play-- rest, quiet, nature. Crickets! The sound of nothing:
