On the way to Atlanta we drove through an area of cotton fields and got off the highway for a closer look and some photos. Not being from the South, cotton fields fascinate both of us. And for me, it is especially meaningful since so much of the US history we studied in school in Germany had to do with the American South, and so far cotton fields - in my mind - have been associated only with great cruelty and suffering.
Cotton, like hibiscus (and the Confederate Rose in one of my previous posts), belongs to the mallow family and it's obvious in the flowers. Actually, I was stunned at how delicate and pretty the flowers are.
Above a seed pod (I guess that's called a boll) right before breaking open and below one that has popped open.
I was just mesmerized by the rows of white-flecked plants...
and along the fields by the many flowering vines.
It certainly was worth a stop, don't you think?
Incidentally, Savannah played a huge role in the cotton market in the 19th century. The old cotton exchange building is still standing and beautiful! Click here to take a look.
Tomorrow, Act 2 of our day in Atlanta - the High Museum!