My family in love, loss and fortitude in the South

Over my photographic life I've photographed my family, the Davises, as we have grown up, grown old, dealt with loss and coped with the world. The frames with multiple images should be viewed as one with a story of love, loss and moving forward. Along with this selection, I have a deeper body of work with the written word. This is a history of tolerance, family, and motivitation to prosper, and at times the devasting results of this journey. The Davises of my mother's generation were poor sharecroppers living in northern Louisiana. In the early 1920s, her father deccided to move the family to Baton Rouge in the south central part of the state. He moved the entire family of nine by covered wagon. Each day my grandmother made fresh biscuits for her husband. The entire family worked for a common goal. It's this journey that began the story of my mother and her family, which I attempt continue to capture in my images.