Growing up in Mississippi and the daughter of a farmer one learns to love the land ,seasons, and the southern way of life. Finding a way to express this love has been a life long struggle. How do you express the smell of a sweet wild jasmine, the feel of fresh plowed red clay under your bare feet, the sounds of a creek as it rambles down to the muddy Mississippi River or the taste of boiled coffee in a syrup bucket on the banks of a river? Trying with color, feeling, and hard work on a road less traveled, but one that you can hear the wind as it blows though the dry corn stalks on....