Well, not really. I don't really need to hold or take your hand in Hamburg, but I thought it was a funny title. And its the only German I know.
True to my word, I had a lil Lennon on the iPod, but I quickly changed it when I realized what's in Hamburg.
It's not the Beatles or the Beetles (read: boll weevils)
It's cotton.
And lots of it.
So that meant it was time to listen to Merle Haggard. Well, sort of. I switched to Gram Parsons who does my fave version of Merle's "California Cottonfields". (In my twisted mind, it makes sense to hear Gram Parsons' version as I drove through Louisiana's cotton fields, because he is buried here. Not in Hamburg. In Metairie. But I waaayyy digress...)
Anyhoo, after leaving Waterloo, I headed on and towards New Roads, and new surroundings, albeit very carefully...
And lo and behold - I arrived in Cotton Country. Avoyelles Parish.
I'd like to return next time before the cotton is harvested. But still, the scenery made for some nice driving and photo shooting...
One thing I enjoy about this World Tour is the photographic comfort and inspiration. I'm keeping it real with my beloved 35mm and (mostly) black and white film. But just as I discover new things to think about, like ancient mound builders or the creation and production of cotton, I also am drawn to playing around with different photographic processes.
Hamburg Handtint
Hamburg, tiny hamlet that it is,
houses a cotton gin:
a store that I guess I didnt photograph;
this computer repair shop:
and a horse.
Like all the international small towns I've acquainted myself with, this one is just lovely,
and such a nice drive.
I'm looking forward to more.
All content (c) Natasha Sanchez
Sie Liebt Dich, Hamburg!
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