I shot these images somewhere northwest of Burke, South Dakota last Saturday. I really want to learn more about the history of this house. If anyone sees this and has more details, please let me know. The starkness and that big South Dakota sky just made me swoon.
I can just imagine the stories of the families that lived there. Work & Rest. Health & Illness. Joy & Heartache. Births & Deaths. Bounty & Scarcity. Warmth and Bone-Chilling Cold.
I found this Main Street photo of my hometown in Burke, South Dakota. I wanted to create a parallel universe of sorts, playing with the way our memories fade and shift.
This photo was taken way before my time. However, because of family stories and photographs, it’s somehow familiar to me…even with a vintage wallpaper sky and a black and white tiled road. I didn’t get too far in my cleaning and sorting project. Oh well, the mess will still be there tomorrow.
Today I’m sketching ideas for a project with another artist who grew up on the prairie. Elizabeth Bunsen grew up in an even smaller town than I did in Nebraska. We met last fall and realized that we had a lot of interesting things in common. I’ve been trying to get very focused on my prairie stories and I’ve realized how complex my memory is these days. Things come and go from the forefront to the back burner in a flash. It’s an interesting process and I’m curious to see where this creative endeavor takes us. I guess closing in on 50 is the perfect time to take a look back.