![]() ![]() Glance and turn the page, and it’s easy to miss the fuller picture. And you have to look the right way, for the right amount of time, to get it. His hands hold that tension.Įudora Welty’s photographs thrive on this kind of clever juxtaposition. The heritage he has inherited assures it. Behind him: a calendar, a phone and to his left, above: a rack of ripe, fat bananas. His icy eyes almost glare, his thin lips set tightly between ears so large, if they flapped, he might drift out the window. The other hand is on one of two melons that are also to the right of the frame. The white man sits upright and compact, legs firmly crossed, his right hand crossing over to rest on his left thigh. ![]() It illuminates the silky flip of white hair on the imposing forehead of a man whose posture declares: “country store owner.” He is dignified and stern, not elegant, but proud, sporting a tie knotted tight that contrasts with his counterpart’s flopped open collar. A soft light enters a large window to his left. He also sits on a bench, but he’s inside a neatly kept shop in Rankin County, just down the road. The other photo, the one on the right, is of a taut wisp of a white man about the same age. ![]()
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