The winter days, although short, seem long. The winter weeks, although long, seem short. The shadows show up earlier and are longer on my dining room table. And although I spent the week taking beautiful photos of beautiful faces in my community, the flowers begged to have their portrait too. They showed up unexpectedly at...
I sat in a chair on the prairie, much like the prairie I live on, drinking a beer, with my legs crossed, enjoying my lunch on a fold out table, decorated with a plaid table cloth. Beneath the shade of an umbrella tree. It was just like where I live. But it wasn’t. In the...
I read the legend of sleepy hollow every year and this road reminds me so much of an excerpt from the first couple pages… There is a little valley or rather a lap of land among the high hills, which is one the quietest places in the world. A small brook glides through it, with...
I spent the evening shooting in Pinebluffs last night. I’ve gotten to know the little community much better this past summer and I’m thankful I have. The people there are pretty amazing, and they support one another like you imagine a small town would. The hail damage they endured a couple weeks ago was heart...
Wyoming’s State Flower. Have you ever wondered why it’s called the Indian Paintbrush? After shooting it, I needed to find out. And it turns out to be a sweet little story. In summary…… “The Indian Paintbrush got its name from a Native American legend. In the legend a young American Indian wanted to paint the sunset...