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.