After much debate, I have decided to consolidate our personal blog with our trip blog. So, for all those trying to keep up, I hope this will make it simpler. You can find us now on this blog at...
www.milesamerica.blogspot.com
Sincerly,
Thomas, Charity & Declan Miles
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Day Twelve - Birmingham, AL to HOME!
You may have figured out that we are home already, I am just a little slow at posting our last days. I apologize. So here is the last leg of our journey.
We woke up in sunny 70 degree Birmingham, Alabama. Filled with pre-Christmas traffic from all the shoppers. Finally it was starting to feel like Christmas. We puttered around town, picked up a pizza and nibbled our way to Tannehill Ironworks. Tannehill is a foundry and grist mill that was started about the time of the civil war. It is also the end of the Appalachian Mountains where they work their way down from New Foundland (known as the oldest mountains in North America). How do they figure which mountain is oldest? Do you ask the trees? dunno. The place seemed deserted, and if you listened hard you could hear the fires going, the shouts of soldiers working the forge and the turn of the mill. It was here I was inspired to shoot a new project called "The South". Photos of things that make the south what it is, the history, the people, the future. I am taking requests, so let me know what makes "The South" southern to you.
After walking the trail up to the grist mill, Declan right to sleep riding on my back. We enjoyed the serenity and contemplated the end of our journey. Tonight we would be home. The thought seemed strange. We had been gone almost a month. We missed our dog Murphy, but our house seemed like just stuff. We missed our friends and family terribly and were ready to sleep in our own bed. We were ready to be home. We drove the six hours and pulled into our driveway to our dog that had missed us an awful lot. Declan skipped and skipped through the house, pulling out all his toys and grinning from ear to ear. He knew he was home.
We woke up in sunny 70 degree Birmingham, Alabama. Filled with pre-Christmas traffic from all the shoppers. Finally it was starting to feel like Christmas. We puttered around town, picked up a pizza and nibbled our way to Tannehill Ironworks. Tannehill is a foundry and grist mill that was started about the time of the civil war. It is also the end of the Appalachian Mountains where they work their way down from New Foundland (known as the oldest mountains in North America). How do they figure which mountain is oldest? Do you ask the trees? dunno. The place seemed deserted, and if you listened hard you could hear the fires going, the shouts of soldiers working the forge and the turn of the mill. It was here I was inspired to shoot a new project called "The South". Photos of things that make the south what it is, the history, the people, the future. I am taking requests, so let me know what makes "The South" southern to you.
After walking the trail up to the grist mill, Declan right to sleep riding on my back. We enjoyed the serenity and contemplated the end of our journey. Tonight we would be home. The thought seemed strange. We had been gone almost a month. We missed our dog Murphy, but our house seemed like just stuff. We missed our friends and family terribly and were ready to sleep in our own bed. We were ready to be home. We drove the six hours and pulled into our driveway to our dog that had missed us an awful lot. Declan skipped and skipped through the house, pulling out all his toys and grinning from ear to ear. He knew he was home.
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