georgia
Snowy Egret
Low Tide
Power in Suches
“Deer trail becomes Indian trail becomes county road becomes interstate.”
General Orders No. 9 is a title as peculiar as the smoking rabbit staring back from the top shelf of new releases at Vision Video. The lone copy has neither synopsis, nor cast list. One of three young clerks says he’s seen it, and recommends watching under the influence of cough syrup. Below the kid’s ironic Dali ‘stache comes a vague description, “…really, really, really long shots of a river, and some kind of an environmental message.” He doesn’t have to say another word.
In a 2011 interview with Filmmaker Magazine, Robert Pearsons succinctly describes the award-winning General Orders No. 9 as “a balance of visuals, voice and music.” The Middle Georgia native never went to film school, and his haunting debut was 11 years in the making.
According to the film’s website, it’s “an experimental documentary that contemplates the signs of loss and change in the American South as potent metaphors of personal and collective destiny.”
Metaphysical cartography inspired by mappae mundi mixes with juxtaposed shots of urban blight and bucolic rural landscapes, inciting difficult questions, while roads and highways sweep over land like a cancer.
Pearson’s influences include, among others, the writings of William Bartram, and storied film directors Herzog, Tarkovsky, and David Lynch. William Davidson’s soft-spoken narration in a deep drawl morphs from historical accounts of early colonization over animated county maps, to trance-like ruminations on human dominion over the natural world. View the official trailer here.
Disintegration and Growth
Rusted rooftops like this one on Highway 15 evoke William Basinski’s melancholic tribute to September 11th. Listeners experience emotive decay as looping classical snippets on vintage magnetic tape deteriorate while ferrite disintegrates like oxidizing tin in the Georgia sun.
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Piedmont Primordial Soup
Green and Orange Moss
Anonymous Sage Advice
Goats Occupy King’s Defunct Amusement
Sandy Soil in the Coastal Plain
Cotton Cover Crop
Room With a View
Who speaks for these trees?
Barbed Log and (Brown) Green Anole
“Be Not A Cancer”
Located on a farm at the highest point of Elbert County, the Georgia Guidestones are granite slabs engraved with ten principles for “an age of reason.”
Click here for more information, including the other nine principles, and a handful of entertaining conspiracy theories.
Wrightsville Cotton, Gossypium hirsutum
Cherokee and Creek Camping Ground
Who couldn’t resist turning down this road?
Shaking Rock Park, in Lexington, Georgia, was once a Cherokee and Creek camping ground. The enormous granite boulder below once moved with a hand’s push. Now settled and still, it rests among amazing wooded granite formations tucked away next to a beaver pond.
Chance encounters like this highlight the experiential nature of indeterminate wandering.
Roadside Wildflowers and Curious Signs
A rural cycle hike around Lexington, Georgia in Oglethorpe County led to some interesting encounters. During last weekend’s algorithmic rambling, I met a man on a camouflaged golf cart named Chuck Brooks. Obviously out of place on a touring bike, I asked if the dusty, orange road was private. After he said it was his driveway, I started to turn around, when he burst out laughing. “Naw, this is a county road!” He welcomed me to Lexington, and said, “We’re beer drinkin’, cigar smokin’ folk.”
Old Stephens Road winds around a small, private pond and a stretch of floodplain with tall grass and a variety of tiny wildflowers making the most of the area after one of the driest summers in recent history.
Gun Site Hills is a 700 yard rifle range off 78. With requisite eagles, stars, stripes, odd punctuation, and a famous gift from France, their website states that One of the things that make this match so exciting is, let’s say you just squeezed off a round at the 650 yard steel, but before the gun stops recoiling a popup comes up at 250 yards. Remember its only up for 20 seconds, You’ve got to bolt another round into your gun,decide how far out the target is, dial the dope, find that same mug and shoot it in the head before it goes down.)
Most cars on the road that day were trucks pulling trailers and all terrain vehicles coming and going from deer hunts. Luckily, I didn’t see any successful hunters.
Gilmer County Mindfulness
The Zen practice of stone stacking brings mindful awareness to balance, weight, texture and shape.
Resident trail guides Buster and Dixie collect stones from the stream, often carrying them great distances. Buster greeted the sculptures with growls and barks as the fur on his shoulders stood straight up.















































































