I’m driving around the north Georgia country this afternoon (chauffeuring my son around) and noticed this has to be some of the most beautiful and peaceful scenery I have ever seen. Farms are scattered across the landscape, charming old houses and some beautiful new ones too, a few country stores and even a cemetery called Ebenezer. Around every turn there was a different church painted into the landscape, quaint and small, and each one seemed to tell a history of the area. It was like stepping back in time, yet all-the-while knowing the city was probably only fifteen minutes away in the opposite direction should I need a quick Starbucks. Seeing all those churches made me think. There were probably 6 or 7 different denominations if I had counted them all, each within a neighborly walk of the other. Did they all get along at one time; come together in each other’s need? I like to think that even though we might disagree on a few things among ourselves, we mostly all agree on the important ones. I would love to come back to the area and visit for a while on an afternoon when I have nothing to do and maybe take a few pictures. I could say something here about living in the old South or Americana, but instead, one picture comes to my mind that I had taken on a previously similar adventure to a nearby area. It is a sign from an old southern church and cemetery. I think it sums it up nicely.