When I moved south I had no idea what to expect. Hoping for Walker Evans, instead I found suburban sprawl and strip malls. But armed with an atlas that showed me the old roads, I eventually discovered that much remains. In North Carolina rows of tobacco farms once marched across the landscape. I have recently begun to document as many of them as I can find. Country stores still stand at crossroads. The state was also a major producer of textiles; the cotton mill at Franklinville was one of the earliest. Only one weave room remains, fabric still on the looms as if the workers had simply walked away.