Friday night we arrived in the town of Brooksville, MS at Homers family home, called Red Dog. We got in at 8 pm, had a nice evening and hit the guest beds at midnight. The next morning Shelby and Homer matted prints in the kitchen, and I walked the property and took some shots.

Brooksville was established in 1833 and was a booming railroad slave town. By the time Homer was born there, the slaves were free and he grew up to be a famous artist. According to Homer's stories, it was a great town to be raised in.

Now it's a bit beat up, but still thriving. The Historical Society recognized one of it's own Saturday, and we were there.

The big show was from 2 to 4, we showed up early, and had a blast. It was all about Homer, he had his art on display, locals had their art outside and it was like a market.

His art and prints were for sale and due to the seventy plus folks that showed up, he did very well. They had a great duet playing music out front, wonderful munchies inside made by a longtime friend of Homer's, and he gave a speech.

After the show we went back to the Red Dog where some of Homers lifelong friends showed up, and we partied.

Today, Shelby and I made the four hour plus drive through Mississippi and Alabama, and we're back in Florida.

It was a great trip, met some really down home folks, and I'm very glad I allowed my sorry old coding ass to be driven North.

Click on the manmade lake to see my shots, and video is next...