Tuesday, September 27


I still catch myself a hundred miles away. When I come back, I'm scraping syrup soaked pancake squares into the trash. Load the dishwasher, start a load of laundry and set out dinner makings. I microwave the last inch of my coffee. It's quiet. Run upstairs and make the beds, or don't today. I'm still struggling for the balance of getting everything done, work and family-wise before the bus brings their tired little minds back to the driveway. 

Backpacks on the hooks, shoes on the shelf, lunch bags unpacked. I sound like a broken record.  Dinner, homework, pick up, baths and bed. I'm not very good at this yet, and though I know its good for all of us, this change is much harder than I anticipated. Trying to submit myself to the routine to even the mundane and see the beauty in the littlest moments no matter how repetitive. I've grabbed my camera when I find something that brings a little humor but mostly when I feel in the moment, when I'm really seeing. Those little spots in time where my mind is here, and now, and not a hundred miles away. Where I hope to be more often. 

Thursday, August 25

West Kansas :: Western Lifestyle Photography

Tuesday morning starts early at Cimarron River Cattle Co. . The night sky slowly warms to a dull blue, then the red sun starts making its way over the flat Kansas landscape. Rodney and Sadie move about the yard with their daughter always close, the first feeding starts. Calves, dogs, horses and William, the large and in charge feline, are all lively pieces of the working family. Each member knows their part, and on my end, there is no questioning how much ownership and pride they each put into their work. When the morning chores are over, lunch is eaten where they sell out of chicken fried steak. 
Later in the day we cleaned up and spent the last bit of sunshine walking fields and alleys, sipping cold drinks, pausing little moments of time. 

For Sadie and Rodney another day is finished up and they will start over tomorrow morning. 

It was such an honor to be invited into their home to document their everyday, all the ordinary, and all the beauty that goes into what they do, and the life they live.