Here are people, landscapes, and odd
little moments
in and around Eggleston's hometown of Memphis — an anonymous woman
in a loudly patterned
dress and cat's eye glasses sitting, left leg slightly raised, on an equally loud outdoor sofa; a coal - fired barbecue shooting up flames, framed by a shiny silver tricycle, the
curves of a gleaming
black car fender, and someone's torso; a tiny, gray - haired lady
in a faded, flowered housecoat, standing expectant, and dwarfed
in the huge dark doorway of a mint - green room whose only visible furniture is a shaded lamp on an end table.