One of the first places my husband took me to visit after arriving here was the Oklahoma City Memorial. He believed that if we were to live here, understanding what happened here was important. I think that was good advice. Standing between the gates, the weight and the meaning of this place hangs in the atmosphere […]
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Traveling Journal ~ Part 1
I introduced Photography’s Traveling Journal to my readers in June. It is in Oklahoma already! Turns out, this is the first stop on its route after leaving the host. Right on the cusp of a season change, the fierce prairie winds howl. The first day out, I stayed close to home. The photo above is from the Route 66 […]
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Enchanted by the Landscape
The state New Mexico advertises itself as the “Land of Enchantment”. I’ve been to a lot of places where bold statements are made with little bearing on reality, however, New Mexico lives up to this epithet. And even its urbanized areas of Taos and Santa Fe ooze the beauty of its landscapes distilled by human creativity. After too long in the city, my […]
Continue ReadingAre Art Galleries Obsolete?
*I have not added a picture to this post on purpose! Read on…. It has been some time since the discussion began about how the internet will change the viewing and purchase of art. Works of art from all over the world are now available to view on the web and this is wonderful for so […]
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Photography’s Traveling Journal ~ Oklahoma
I have been invited to join a rather exciting photography project called “Photography’s Traveling Journal – USA edition” and I have the privilege of representing Oklahoma. A beautiful handmade leather journal will travel to photographers all across the country over the course of 3 years and each photographer will add photos and journal entries about their state. I […]
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Red Dirt Oklahoma Roots of “Wichita Lineman”
As I lay in my Oklahoma bed under a blood red moon, my mind wanders across the Southern Plains. Red buds bleed their blossoms under the cover of a windless night, crisp with early spring chill. It is one of those few times when the fields are silent and the vastness of this place can […]
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