A few photographs from a cold March Sunday spent wandering Iowa while listening to basketball on AM radio...
Victoria, Iowa
Macksburg, Iowa
Cumberland, Iowa
A few photographs from a cold March Sunday spent wandering Iowa while listening to basketball on AM radio...
Victoria, Iowa
Macksburg, Iowa
Cumberland, Iowa
2014 has gotten off to a very slow beginning. The winter, while not at all snowy, was exceptionally cold for an extended length of time. It was not above freezing much at all until the last week or so, but spring finally appears to be arriving in Nebraska. Professionally, I've been busy starting a new job in public relations at Fontenelle Forest and finally completed my bachelor's degree at Bellevue University. Now is the time to look forward and to focus on making something of all these photographs I've made over the past eight years.
Correctionville, Iowa
Looking back...
2013 marked the publication of my first photobook, ninety-three, something that I've wanted to do for a long time. The book is self-published with Blurb and available now. I'm quite proud of how the book and project turned out, an excellent beginning to what I hope is a long career. It is interesting to see how my work has evolved in a relatively short amount of time.
Much of the past year was spent exploring places that I had never been to or hadn't seen in many years. I felt that it was a great year of growth artistically, although I found myself missing the tremendous task of envisioning and assembling a cohesive, new large-scale project. One new idea that came out of these travels is the series titled Main Streets that was added for the first time with this new site design.
I made a trip to south-central Missouri and the Ozarks last March, discovering that it was actually colder there than it was further north in Omaha. It had been many years since I visited the Lake of the Ozarks with my family and I wanted to see how much the area had changed. There is a lot of new, but also a few things that I still recognize from decades ago. I spent a day along old Route 66 in Missouri and meandered along the path of the Missouri River for most of the trip home.
Sakakawea Monument and Sitting Bull grave site near Mobridge, South Dakota
In early June, I found myself drawn to northern South Dakota and North Dakota by a biography of Sitting Bull that I was reading at the time. Sitting Bull's grave site stands on a desolate hill overlooking the upper Missouri River and Mobridge, South Dakota. My arrival coincided with the appearance of the ominous clouds of a large thunderstorm. It created an almost unreal atmosphere in this sacred place, the clouds towering over the wide open landscape, reminding me of the sorrow that has been inflicted on Native American people. From there, I went north towards the Canadian border, discovering the frantic, dusty activity of an oil boom and the near-ghost town of Antler, North Dakota.
My last out of state trip was at the very end of fall at beginning of December. I made an overnight trip to Chase County, Kansas and its Flint Hills. This adventure was also inspired by a book, William Least Heat-Moon's Prairy Earth. I found wide-open land and many small towns that are literally on their last leg along U.S. Highway 50. The Flint Hills are fantastic, nearly void of human presence, and not unlike the Sandhills of Nebraska.
from Oglala
Moving forward...
I have three projects that are in various stages of completion.
Fontenelle, a series documenting my walks in Fontenelle Forest, is just about wrapped up. I hope to exhibit a selection of images from the project later this year. As I've said before, it's a big departure from much of what I've done so far. It makes me more than a little nervous to think about the reaction it may receive. Photographs from this series have been added to this new site design for the first time.
The yet-untitled exploration of the Loess Hills is nearly done as well. That is, I feel very good about what I have but still feel compelled to work further. The project now contains photographs dating back to 2010 and spans the entire western edge of the state of Iowa. It remains to be seen how this project will be exhibited, but I'm keeping my eyes open.
Oglala is a project that I just began work on in August of last year but am very excited about. This series documents the very far northwest corner of Nebraska's panhandle, centered on the Oglala National Grassland and moving from there. It's such a fantastic, open place, barren except for short blades of grass and the occasional trickle of a stream. I am very much looking forward to making it back in the next few months to continue work.
Thank you to everyone for your support. It is greatly appreciated.
Here's to another great year with interesting adventures and wonderful people. Enjoy it.
I spent a few days last week exploring the far northwest corner of Nebraska's panhandle, an area known as the Oglala National Grassland. The Grassland occupies near 100,000 acres of native short grass prairie and unique rock formations that many do not associate with the landscape of Nebraska. To me, it symbolizes the beginnings of the west, where the great plains begin to dissolve into the mountains and landscape of Wyoming and the Rockies.
My first visit to Oglala came during the initial travels for ninety-three during the summer of 2007. It's such a foreign place to someone who has grown up surrounded by the expanses of green farm fields and rolling hills. Nebraska's grasslands appear to stretch on forever, almost completely void of trees, and are filled with little more than the sound of millions of short grasses moving in the wind. It's an unmistakable sound that has stuck with me ever since. There is also a sense of isolation that is both invigorating and a bit unsettling. I cannot even imagine how it felt to explore and live in this area before there were roads or towns of any kind on the prairie. It's no wonder that this land was sacred to Native American tribes like the Oglala Lakota of Chief Crazy Horse, who was killed at Fort Robinson in 1877.
It took a few years, but I did finally make it back. I've started a small project called Oglala that will document the area in and around the Grassland, including Crawford and Fort Robinson State Park. My experience last week was fantastic and I can't wait to share more of it with everyone.