An ambulance came down our street to a neighbor's home one evening recently. This happens more often than you might imagine here and I thought to myself, "We have been here 10 years and if one of my neighbors dies, I won't have any photographs of them." It made me sad. I felt it was time to begin to slowly document our small neighborhood on the south side of Atlanta.
"I live where the bottles break and the blacktop still comes back for more.
I live where the neighbors yell and their music wakes me up."
- John Gorka