Z and I made a quick trip to Fayetteville last week to meet up with his mom and brother. Not the most novel route for either of us- I've seen those stretches of US-58 and I-95 more times than I can count- but the scenery was beautiful in a stark and kind of depressing way. I was especially interested in all the cotton fields.
From a distance, it looked like a thick blanket of snow covering the fields. I was too nervous to stop and take pictures of private fields but we found some cotton connected to an agricultural college just as it started to rain. After I took this picture, I turned around to see Z picking up an uprooted stalk and stowing it carefully in the back of the car. He is a born scavenger.
My mom was surprisingly excited about our souvenir and it's been prominently displayed on the stairs since we got back. It's a beautiful plant that sparks a lot of contemplation for me. Beautiful and useful, with a brutal present and past.
