Mississippi Delta
Clarksdale Mississippi wants to be known as the birthplace of the blues but the ghost of legal segregation are still visible in a complex defacto segregation. The public and private school are split along racial lines. The country club is all white and the neighborhoods are resegregating as rich white residents move into tax haven [...]
Hobo Tags or Hobo Marks?
Clarksdale is a crossroads for tracks heading north-south, and east-west, but both sets of tracks are barely used. There are a few rows of cars that must have been sidelined for 20 years or more. I walk by them on my way down to the trailer park south of town. There is plenty of graffiti [...]
Work & Play
The last few days I got away from the neighborhoods and have been following people at work and play.
A Day in Clarksdale
There is no single storyline that defines this place, so here is what I saw in the last day.
My attempt at street photography
Every essay requires a modus operandi, this one is a little less structured than most.
Day one of a month in Clarksdale
Now it is my turn, I’m settled into the center of the tourists at the Riverview Hotel, with Rat, the manager guarding the door and always ready to start a well rehearsed conversation about the blues greats that used to stayed in my room.
