Chris Strickland
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I love photography. I love the challenges of finding people and places that make interesting pictures. I love telling a story with photos. I love the thrill of overcoming adversity and obstacles, even danger (ie: standing in icy water up to my thighs, tangling with barbed wire, running from angry animals, risking being hit by moving vehicles or machines, nearly drowning, almost being electrocuted, dodging bottles thrown by drunks) to get that perfect shot which captures something amazing.....a moment, a look, a feeling, an idea, a small detail or commonplace event which most people are marginally aware of but never REALLY take a good look at and appreciate for what it is. I go places off the beaten track that no one else thinks of visiting, and take photos that no one else has taken of those places....hidden gems. Most of all, I love sharing the world and what I see in it WITH the rest of the world. Have a look and tell me what you think, or how it makes you feel. If you are looking for a specific image for use in publishing or print and want to use any of my images, please contact me and leave a message, so we can make arrangements. Cheers-

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sure you must use this oportunity! :)

Great! Have a nice weekend, Christopher!

L2 > very nice shot! Greetings

L2 > an impressive shot angle!

Lovely shot of the Cotton Indian Creek, thanks for taking it. Glad this place has been photographed now. Well done!

This collapsed shed was part of the extended machinery that ran the old sawmill for sawing trees into timber. There was the gristmill, the sawmill, and the corn and fodder "wheel-mill" which was powered by a horse or mule walking around a central grindstone with a cover stone(quern) with a timber pole and straps. This shed was standing as were all the others but one when I was a yong boy.

When I was a boy, the bigger kids would jump off of this bridge into the water when they were swimming, but only if it was very hot outside. I was always worried about getting bitten by a water mocccassin. The boards were more stable but still old back then. The rail line would pick up and drop off grain and flour, etc. from the miller and move on to Stockbridge and Atlanta.

Good capture of the old milling machinery, next time you go there, if you try photographing in brighter light with a different angle, you will get even better results. Thanks for sharing.

Fantastic! Glad to see that the old wheel, sluice and millrace are still there. When I was a boy my sister and I walked or bicycled down to the mill ruins with our parents during the autumn months and I would watch leaves fall from the trees into the creek and float down the mill race faster and faster then they would go over the gate onto the wheel and get stuck in the troughs. The water would make the wheel rock back and forth a couple of inches....I thought it was great but wanted to see the wheel turn so badly. No one ever tried to restore the mill, they just let it go to wrack and ruin.

It is a shame that the old mill complex is ruined now, the dam still looks pretty strong, though I imagine it will be eroding away too. When I was a kid I remember the bigger kids walking all the way from one side of the creek to the other across the top of the dam wall during dry summers when the water in the creek was low.

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