These images are part of a long-term project exploring southern rural Georgia with my 91-year-old artist father. When I visit him a couple of times a year, we spend our time together driving through rural countryside looking at cotton fields, canola fields, peach orchards, hydroponic farms, fields gone to seed, lumberyards. He drives like a teenager, zipping along country roads, pulling into ditches so I can get out and walk around. He usually sits in the car while I look for scenes that interest me. He gets permission for us to drive onto private property and drives down dusty, pot-holed roads for me. These explorations began when I was a teenager in the mid-1970s. My father handed me two Pentax Spotmatic cameras, which he had used as a combat photographer in Vietnam, along with a bevy of lenses and taught me to read exposure charts. He built a darkroom in a bomb shelter housed in our 1960s New Jersey house and taught me how to develop film and print. Now, 45 years later, we still use our time together to explore landscape through photography.