Lives were plain and simple when they came to plow the fields and plant the seeds and harvest crops. Work, worship, and raise a family. Prepare for the next season. It is the subject of their lives that I try to capture. The humble and lovely homes and majestic barns that arose on the prairie. The tree lines and windbreaks, the lilacs that still bloom, overgrown, around an abandoned homestead. The gravel roads, the elevators of yesteryears industry.

These are the images of scenes you can hold and touch, of the quiet prairie, quiet. I hope you will hear the voices of the farm families and their children out it the yard. Feel the grasses, smell the hay and the barns, hear the little rustlings in the grass. Smell the prairie. Feel the peace.

Most of my photographs are of glorious days gone by. Of great works of civilization, oft forgotten. Soon, to be no more. Please join me in embracing our forefathers and mothers and all they did for us.