Brenda Sutton Rose's Blog, page 4

Bees, Tombs, and Crumbling Graves

Most of you know that when I’m not writing or painting, I enjoy hunting old, forgotten graves, tracking down slave graves, and exploring the countryside for abandoned barns and houses. I recently made a post on Facebook asking my friends for tips on how to get close enough to take photos of a swarm of […]

Exploring the Land

It’s impossible to capture the language of the woods in a picture, to fill a photo with the chatter of birds, the crunch of feet on old leaves and on fallen, rotten limbs, the whisper of wind lifting hair.

Catherine Young and Her Children: A Cotton Mill Family

Lewis Hines was a photographer whose photographs were influential in amending child labor laws. In 1909, Hines took a photo of Catherine Young and nine of her eleven children in front of their home at Tifton Cotton Mill village. Her husband had died the previous year. Times were hard. All but her four youngest children […]

For the Love of Mud! For the Love of Art!

I stopped by GMA this morning to get a preview of the Walter Hobbs potter exhibit. The scent of wood fire greeted me and led me through an exhibit of fresh pottery! Polly Huff, Gallery Curator, told me that every piece in For the Love of Mud is for sale, and every kitchen piece is […]

Artwork by Annabelle

Annabelle Branch is a young, upcoming artist with a flair for design and an eye for shape, form, and color. Armed with little more than COPIC markers, paper, watercolor paints, colored pencils, and her imagination, she creates note cards and drawings that dance with life. Naturally beautiful, Annabelle has long dark hair and flawless skin. […]

“Eccentric Garden” Now Open for Georgia Camellia Trail

I will always cherish those times when my husband slips into my office when I’m writing and puts a small vase holding a freshly cut camellia on my desk, those times when I’m busy cooking and he walks in, his hands full of luscious camellias for me, those times when he takes me around the yard to show me his favorite blooms.

A Cat’s-Eye Marble

When I was a child, the school bus would stop at our house in the country before the morning had barely begun to stir. During the cold months, while waiting for the bus to arrive, my breath would exit my mouth like fog. I didn’t want to miss the bus, yet neither did I want […]

Inside a Dead House

I drove down ochre dirt roads, sometimes tinged with Indian red, the roads sandwiched between deep ditches, and turned off one country road onto another, again and again, intending to travel as deep in the countryside as possible. Tired of being shut in the house, tired of writing and staring at a computer screen, I […]

Keeper of Graves

  Mrs. Miller asks me what I believe in. Just like that. No warning. Out of the blue, the slim woman with dark coffee-colored skin tosses the subject of spiritual beliefs between us, tosses it between the cemetery where she stands and the edge of the woods near me. I’ve been searching in the wooded […]

On the Hunt for Graves

I was at Martha’s Vineyard a few weeks ago when my phone rang. Emory Tucker, my father’s first cousin, was on the other end. “Brenda! Where are you, girl? I’ve got another place to show you where you’ll find some old graves,” he said, his voice booming, softened around the edges. Emory knows I’ve been […]