Heading south to Georgia, I know I'm getting close when I see the cotton growing. When I was a kid and working in a fast food place, people would come in after a shift at the mill with bits of cotton in their hair.
From a distance, it sometimes looks as if there has been a dusting of snow. I always like seeing the cotton fields. It feels like home to me.
But this picture that was in the paper Thanksgiving day? That's just creepy to me.