Traveling through southwestern Alabama one morning, the sun was burning off low-lying fog on fields. Phyllis and I rounded a curve in the road and saw a family picking cotton.
I parked the car, approached, and began sketching. Suddenly, the sharecroppers faced me and struck poses. They anticipated a family portrait. I asked them to continue their work. Soon they were again picking with a rhythm which seemed instinctive, a commitment almost older than family.
Size: 22 X 30