With its white walls to diffuse incoming light and overhead flourescents, the light is unbelievably soft, as I've tried to indicate.

On the wall a picture of Judge Crow (deceased). Standing, Judge Robert Culpeper. Seated, Judge Wallace Cato.

A typical scene outside court house.

The tattoo had beads sewn beneath the skin and was in colors.

Waiting in vestibule.

It is the oldest cemetery in Decatur County. Joel Darcy was one of the original settlers here in 1823.

Prisoners who have committed non-violent crimes are used to clean up cemeteries, repair roads, cut grass along highways, etc.

This was a session of 'State Court,' not Superior Court. Judge Robert Galpin is on the bench.

Looking from court room into jury room. Witness stand is at left.

Marriage in the ordinary's office - series of three photos: 1: 51-481-9 Marriage in the ordinary's office, 1981 Apr. 2: 51-481-10 Marriage in the ordinary's office, 1981 Apr.

Couple getting married by the Ordinary (judge of the Probate Court). The witnesses in the background are her mother and father and this couple's child.

The black and white of the toilets have nothing to do with segregation. This was the only restroom in the jury room and was used by men and women, white and black alike. The court house has been remodeled and the jury room no longer looks like this.

The pictures behind them are former judges, sheriffs, ordinaries, etc.

The scales shown on his desk are not those of justice but the original assayer's scales given to the county in 1823 when it was established, against which all other scales were set and maintained.

Aside from the visual interest of the pole and its accouterments it will be a reminder of the clutter of our views long after wires have been put under ground.

Exterior showing the West Street entrance, originally the main entrance. The institutional façade towers over the young mother and her child, suggesting the power of government.

The segregation, which is obvious, was entirely voluntary. The balcony, originally for 'colored' people, had long since vanished.

In the county jail adjacent to the court house.

This is a prison wagon used from about 1912-1926. Prisoners working in distant parts of the county slept in this wagon. Imagine eighteen men, exhausted and sweaty, trying to sleep in a low-lying swamp infested with mosquitoes.

Behind him, inside the shed, cane juice is being boiled to make syrup. Inmates at the farm grow all the food and livestock that is consumed.

This statue on the grave of a Mrs. Cloud was carved from a photo of her standing in the receiving line of her 25th anniversary party.

Family plot in Oak City Cemetery. Ornate gate, ancient spreading oak in background.

Typical country church and cemetery.

What are the fruit jars for? Flowers? If so, why some lids?

Another in the series I made of this statue. From a 5x7 negative contact printed.

From 8x10 negative (lost); only extant print.

Statue in late afternoon.

One of many photos I’ve made of this same statue through the years. See my notes for fuller explanation.

Another in the pictures of this figure, this one with snow on it!

View towards the Jewish part of the cemetery.

These are memorials to two of Judge Bower's three wives. They command the highest ground in the cemetery.

Now abandoned, the church is used to store hay.

In many cemeteries vault lids are used as gravestones. This one has fallen in.

Grave in Negro Cemetery, Bainbridge.

Dr. J. H. Griffin who built this cemetery was from Bainbridge.

Wanlisa Spear is the girl being baptized on page 113 of She had become a drug addict and was raped and murdered on a dark street near her home. Rev. Mitchell performed her funeral as well as her baptism.

[See also Oversize Box 1.]

This is the one dirt street comprising the quarters. Children play in it. Originally built to house workers at Battle's Lumber Co., it outlived its original purpose by forty years. It was a terrible slum. It has been torn down.

The houses were impossible to heat in winter, cool in summer, or otherwise made comfortable. Consequently, most life was lived on the porches and in the yards. The man at right is the Quarter’s stud, and this is one of his girl friends.

Behind the house doing the washing.

A child of the quarters sitting on an abandoned car parked between two of the houses.

Woman doing the washing on a cold winter day.

All these people lived in this one house. There was no indoor plumbing.

In summer life was mostly lived outdoors.

Saturday afternoon.

Scene on Water Street.

View down Water Street on a Sunday morning.

City workers repairing street.

The image speaks for itself.

Just before it was replaced.

View of the top of the court house tower, seen from behind the Bon Air Hotel.

Once a typical house in a ghetto section of West Bainbridge, but now torn down. I don't know why I included it in .

Reflected in the window is the Court House. This photo could also be used in the Court House series.

His name was Steve Dickinson, I think.

Formerly First State National Bank, it was purchased by the city for City Hall in the early 1970s.

Two people fishing: big can/little can.

Swimming at a 'beach' the city created at one end of the boat basin, Flint River.

Dismantling of old Memorial Bridge after new bridge was completed. I have a whole set of pictures documenting its taking down.

Scene in early morning fog on the river bank.

If this is the typical American family, God help us!

Tower and warehouse. Vigaro plant. Bainbridge.

Time required: 12 minutes. Time formerly required: 6 hours. Lynch Machine Co. Bainbridge.

Mysterious landscape? No. Discharge of cotton dust that has flocked the landscape. The planet-like object is a mote of cotton dust that got on my lens.

He is wearing goggles and mask because of the grain dust in the air.

Dust and trash are being sucked off at lower right. Dollar Farm Products Co. Bainbridge.

Is this a building or an outdoor machine? A sculpture?

This is new: seeing workers sitting staring at machines. Lynch Machine Co.

Behind him can be seen the largest machine yet built. Lynch Machine Co.

This is what a peanut operation looks like from across the road.

Some are left to collapse; this one burned about a year after this picture was made.

As the small farmer leaves the farm, his houses are left behind.

Dating from the last century.

The house is now torn down.

It was on the corner of Broughton and Clay Streets. My grandfather stayed there for a short time when he came to Bainbridge in 1869. It was torn down shortly after this picture was made.

This is a familiar sight in Decatur County where livestock is a major crop.

Early morning.

These statues were constructed during and shortly after World War I by a genuine eccentric in Grady County named Laura Pope. At one time there were over a hundred such life-size statues standing in the yard. All were of soldiers or nurses or spirits. She made life-masks for the faces and concrete for the bodies, which were stylized and awkwardly rendered.

When she died the farm was sold to Buster Nixon who tried to conserve the statues, but rain and freezing temperatures cracked much of the concrete.

This was one of the first pictures I made that satisfied me.

Children were playing basketball and asked to have their picture made.

This was one of the first portraits I attempted. It was made inside a very old house out in the county (near Cyrene). This woman is the granddaughter and great-granddaughter of the men shown in the photograph above her head.

See my notes about Marie and this and another photo.

See my notes for details about Rheda and the making of this picture.

This is typical of the change from old to new church buildings by small congregations out in the sparsely populated county. Unfortunately in most cases the new structures don't measure up to the old. Instead of wood they use concrete block. Instead of blending into the landscape, they are a caustic white and stand out.

Note the dog asleep at left next to the church.

This church raises barrenness and impersonality to an art, even to symmetry. The screen doors divide the façade in half: one air conditioner per side; one untrimmed boxwood per side. The name squarely in the center.

It sits like a fortress flanked by a parking lot filled with the latest model cars. This picture tells more than many Baptists would want to hear.

Older churches frequently had two doors, one for each aisle. This church, which meets only one Sunday a month, is set back behind tall pines, obscured from the road. The idea of the sign is a conceit. Who will see it?

The church steeple will soon be extinct on small churches such as this. In fact since this picture was made this minor gesture to steeples has been removed and nothing put in its place.

Note the steeple, the merest nod to convention, a wooden box set over an open space (with nothing to support it). Still, the sunlight is beautiful on it.

They had just finished building their new church with their own hands and this was the dedication. These are the most truly integrated congregations I've ever seen. Black and white work and worship side by side.

Music was furnished by piano, guitar, and drums. The woman in the hat has gotten so carried away she's dancing. Note the similarity of gesture to some very ancient Jewish dances.

The woman, right, is the minister. The man praying and holding her hand is a deacon who has just finished serving 15 years for murder. This was an extremely long and emotional service.

A three hour service at this church on Sunday morning is not unusual. Music plays a major role. Before it's over, people are dancing in the aisles and experiencing ecstasy.

This is part of the same service as shown in the previous picture.

The proximity of sex to religion was blatant in this service. The minister is saying that 'it's coming,' meaning the spirit. He says he can't hold it back. Shortly he begins to jerk and shake, replicating orgasm.

Formerly, they baptized in the Flint River. Rev. Mitchell seen at left.

Rev. Mitchell, left. Lisa Spear, lower right. Ben Edwards, extreme right. See photo of Lisa Spear's grave.

See other photographs of exterior and interior before and after abandonment.

The old structure has been torn down.

This is a beautiful old church in a stereotypical southern setting. However, it was moved to its present location about thirty years ago from an area that was being inundated by Jim Woodruf Dam. It is no longer in use.

This is an emotional ceremony and the woman dancing is having an ecstatic experience.

This is the first image in a group of six that tells the story of Mt. Horum. Once a relatively active congregation, it declined until finally one Sunday the worshipers left and never came back. The altar, pews, even the prayer books remain, but the grounds are grown up in weeds and saplings.

In this shot the vine indicates the disuse the church has fallen into. Also note the chain on the door is the same throughout all the picture.

This is a recent interior shot showing how the church was left. I did not touch or arrange anything. However, I was extremely cautious getting in through a window. The largest diamondback rattlesnake I ever saw was killed less than a mile from this location.

The final shot in the series. Compare this to the first picture. The building is askew, but little else is different.

Rev. Mitchell is an attendant; his brother, a minister from Thomasville, officiated.

See my notes for a fuller description of this photo.

Back row: the minister and assistant minister. The man in front is serving his apprenticeship. They are strong, dedicated individuals.

I photographed their wedding (she is Rev. Mitchell's daughter) a couple of years before. The husband works as a mechanic for Kmart but wants to be a preacher like his father-in-law.

Typical shopper with forlorn, absent-minded look on her face, which you see everywhere when shoppers are preoccupied.

People don't realize how they look when they're preoccupied with shopping. I set about to photograph their expressions which are those of a stalker.

Note the fan she carries with her.

This was one of the earliest pictures I made that pleased me. Even so the exposure leaves something to be desired.

Typical tobacco shack in which workers lived. Woman is trying to get warm in the sunshine.

A duplex shack in which two families live. Shade tobacco is used as the wrapper for cigars. The leaf has to be absolutely perfect.

Workers resting in field. They are in the process of stringing the plants up.

Woman hoeing tender new plants. Note the layers of clothes she is wearing.

Worker picking leaves. Lowest leaves are picked first. Leaves are stacked on a wagon and hauled to barn to cure.

Two women resting outside barn.

These are children of the women working just out of camera range, stringing tobacco inside the cool, cathedral-like barns. They play all day on the dirt floor. Their mothers are stringing leaves which will be hung in the barn ceiling to cure.

He was a worker and foreman. This picture was taken at his home. He had eleven children and several grandchildren.

These children do not pick leaves despite their having boards in their hands. They are playing under the ripe, aromatic plants. Their jobs were to do odds and ends.

Tobacco hand's house long after tobacco had ceased to be grown in Decatur County. Such places by 1980 were the worst of slums.

A wedding reception for Chris Dollar.

Young man is making a weekly payment.

Originally operated by Willie Jim Brockett.

View of Broad Street from Willis Park.

Tiny store near school in West Bainbridge where children go to buy candy, etc. Also neighborhood grocery. This is the proprietor.

People listening to and watching the hog calling contest.

This is one of my favorite photographs. See my notes for more information on this man.

Log yards broker pulp wood between the grower and the consumer (paper mills).

Pile of peanuts is visible behind him.

This man drives a tractor during peanut season and a truck the rest of the year.

This man has been on top of a rail car loading corn from storage bins.

Resting in the field while the big machine turns around at the end of a row.

The building is the oldest structure in Bainbridge, so this is a picture of the oldest profession in front of the oldest building. Is she eyeing me as a prospective customer or just sizing me up?

The occasion was the dedication of a memorial to Vietnam veterans.

Before the park was redone people sat and watched and waited. Now the benches are gone and people only pass through the park.

This set shows a little girl (1) about to wet her pants, (2) wetting them under the watchful eye of the other children, and (3) she continues looking at the fish in the pool as though nothing had happened while the black children look to me for some reaction.

Given by Kwilecki to the Society for Photographic Education in Atlanta, Ga.

Given by Kwilecki at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, Ga.

This exhibit was shown at Lehigh University.