You don't need a road sign to detect the crossing into North Carolina; the pine trees tell you all about it.  They become taller, leaner, neater, and just plain better looking.  The smell of pine and tar and earth are rich.  I love it, and I always wish I could take pictures as I'm zooming along.  (I could stop, but I don't because stopping just screws up the driving mojo and makes a long trip longer....)  

This time around, I asked Adella to take some drive-by photos for me to capture what makes Carolina itself unlike any other place.  These photos are from her phone.  She did a great job of snapping-to every time I said, "How about that?" And that, and that, and that....


We pass many fields like this one, where a house from years gone by sits alongside a barn and outbuildings, and there are signs of life but nobody around.


If you have any hang-ups about the importance of spelling, this is not the place for you.



Neat brick churches are everywhere, and so are those giant ones made of those big metal sheets that make for the quick construction of very large buildings.  There are also these storefront models that serve the purpose.


Fields have been ploughed and sown with seeds or drilled with seedlings.  And it's quiet.

It's home, and it's someplace else.


Our World Tuesday