And the past seems so clear once you know how it ends
With winter fast approaching, it’s important to make good use of warm weekends in November. I hit the road on Saturday to visit familiar and new places north of Grand Island in Central Nebraska.
Post Title: Simon Joyner - Tongue of a Child
It is what it is, since it was what it was
Photographs of northern Iowa from a blustery autumn day where the remains of freshly harvested corn stalks blew across the highway and a farmer bragged about a pickup he has owned for forty-two years…
Post title: Darrin Bradbury - Breakfast
True stories
As time goes on, I find it harder to photograph Omaha, my home, than just about anywhere else. It reminds me of something David Byrne says towards the end of his eccentric Texas film True Stories.
“I really enjoy forgetting. When I first come to a place, I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks. The color of white paper. The way people walk. Doorknobs. Everything. Then I get used to the place and I don’t notice those things anymore. So only by forgetting can I see the place again as it really is.”
A few photographs from a unseasonably warm and humid September Sunday morning in downtown Omaha…
I'm a mountain like you said to be
From Billings to Rapid City via the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming.
US 14 Alternate to US 14 is one of the best drives I’ve ever taken, despite the fact that I’m suffering from a head cold and the changes in altitude have been causing all sorts of problems for my ears. The highway rises so quickly that the views of the surrounding plains are absolutely spectacular. Bighorn Canyon is well worth the trip as well, especially Devils Canyon.
There’s a lot of empty, empty country out here. And the distances are easy to underestimate, with hundreds of miles between any real signs of civilization.
Post title: Sarah Harmer - I Am A Mountain