I was so ready to get to the South Carolina Photo Expo that I left on Friday afternoon. It didn't start until Saturday, but I knew some photographers would be in town and I did not want to miss the opportunity to commune with them. Since I didn't really have an agenda I decided to take the long way. And when I mean the long way, I mean it took me 4+ hours to get to Myrtle Beach from Columbia. As I was driving I decided to make a little challenge for myself. Here's what I posted.
I don't know why I considered it goal number 6. I didn't have a goal number 5, 4, or even 3! Nevertheless, goal 6 was created. Around that time I was near Highway 403 in Timmonsville, SC. A LOT of the dilapidated buildings lined a street that seem to be once considered the "Main Street." I passed a few people as I headed toward the outskirts of town. It was here where I ran into Mr. Rush. He was picking butter beans on the side of the road.
I pulled to the side of the road, grabbed my camera, and got out of the truck. Understanding that I was a stranger, I didn't want to scare him. So, I spoke to him as I walked towards him. We shook hands and began talking about the half a bushel of butter beans he'd already picked. One other thing....he referred to the tin tub sitting near by as a "Number 3 tin." I haven't heard that kind of talk in a long time. Only people that have lived on the farm know what that stuff means.
As we talked I began to think about people like Mr. Rush and my dad. They both grew up on the farm. They both kept the values and lessons they've learned on the farm. They also have great spirits. You can see it in their smile and hear it in their laughter.