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Wallowa - Whitman National Forest
My family moved from one place to another, like the wind moving across the prairie. The last place we went my father said, “We’re going back to Eastern Oregon and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.” It was a place where his father had taken him when he was younger; where his father told him the stories of our family.
An old two story six room house on 240 acres in rough neck country became our family’s final home. It had no electrical, no plumbing. I’ve tried to tell people what I’m talking about, but they’ve never really heard a word I say. “There’s nothing out there but wheat fields and rye grass,” they’d say. Out there the wind blows hard and long, you can see stars in the night sky like no other place on earth, I’ve found.
I’ve hunted, found arrow heads, chopped wood for the fire place, milked a cow, raised pigs, had cats & dogs, gone fishing, rode horses, even rode a bull a couple times at the rodeo (I fell and it hurt, but only for a little while.) I’ll tell my children the stories like my daddy told me, but I don’t remember everything he’d said, and I wonder if they’ll remember what I’ll say. It’s all fading anyway, like a dream, just a memory that’s got nowhere to stay.
I'll always remember though, the prairie wind blowing through my hair, over Pumpkin Ridge. My father. He showed me what he was talking about.
See Ya On the Trail!
Camera: Arca Swiss RL3d Large Format
Exposure: 2 Seconds
Film: Phase One IQ180 (iso35)