For years I have documented sites in and around my home state. Like a slow burn, one can travel for many miles across the Southern Plains with few signs of human life. These banal scenes are reminiscent of a bygone era. When I look at the work I cannot help but feel the same pride as that of its inhabitants; this vast landscape is shaped by the generations of marks left behind. This cultural phenomenon has informed how I respond to this place.

Today, most of these once flourishing sites are nearly deserted, mainly due to economic hardships. Still, a presence remains that one cannot help but notice when passing through the open country. Consisting mostly of an agrarian lifestyle, the communities reveal the spirit of this place caught between the past and an uncertain future. They display how one remembers their home.

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