Always a Walk Home

This strange winter has left me confused. One day, my skin blossoms, smooth as butter, and the next, it’s parched and in desperate need of tender loving moisturizing.

Bundled up in Country Man’s heavy Carhartt coat, camera in my pocket and animals at my feet, I ventured on a walk. Cold, penetrating air reached my cheeks as soon as shoe found gravel, and I knew today was a day for lotion thick on face. I was prepared. However the night time and cost of  cream, it is worth it…

Because a walk does my senses good, all the time. It has not failed me yet, and I needed it.

Needed to see the forever sky,

South Dakota sky

the prairie pastures and crop fields,

South Dakota field

the pastures and fields that stop at the Missouri River sand…

South Dakota photography

Yes, a walk to browse the homes with stories of long ago but not today; a muse for the imaginative ones.

South Dakota photography

Standing next to the home that was perhaps once a little girl’s playhouse, pink walls and one window, I stopped to watch a plane above, flying so low I could almost see the passengers smiling across the sky. For a while I remembered back to honeymooning with Country Man, our flight and arrival to a land much different than South Dakota.

Caribbean somewhere...

It was lovely and good, but I discovered I liked new marriage life best in our home, on our land.

I still do.

And as the plane flew out of sight, a hawk cried aggressively nearby, and I whistled pups and farm kitties to my side.

The cattle curiously peered over the fence, watching with brave caution as the new creatures turned around to head home.

Home.

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47 thoughts on “Always a Walk Home

  1. All of these pictures are beautiful, but it is the first one that I find absolutely gorgeous. It reminds me of a song I once sang in high school choir. The first line was, “The heaven’s are telling the glory of God.” Yep, that’s what your photo reminds me of. Breathtaking.

  2. I’ve been reading about a week now. I really love your photography. But what I love the most is how you talk about Country Man. It reminds me of how I used to think of my husband, The Man, and makes me wonder why I stopped seeing him in that particular light. Over the last week, I have been reacquainting myself with my love of all the little things he does for himself, for me and for our family. Thank you! xoxo

  3. beautifully written, in fact poetically written. Lovely to read it and imagine a world so very different from one around me. Yes I can see how home would be a place of deep contentment. 🙂
    The pictures are awesome especially of the sky

  4. I like seeing your local see-through-houses, and here was a solitary childs playhouse, succomed to the same fate as so many of those sadly failed farms of the past. I remember seeing see-through houses for the first time in 1986, when I drove through the state, and my then-boyfriend kept pointing them out for me; lone boxen statues of hope standing coldly on windswept prairies, abandoned as dreams sometimes are. For some reason, they inspire me. Maybe it’s the dry emptiness that reminds me someone built this and meant to fill it with lives and warmth and country foods and family gatherings, holidays, birthdays, weddings and winter naps by crackling fireplaces…

    Keep the inspiration coming 🙂

  5. Those sunset pictures seem almost too gorgeous to be real, but I’ve come to expect no less from your photography!

    I agree there’s nothing like a walk in fresh air to restore balance.

  6. My god. Why does your writing move me so? It’s the strangest feeling, really. Thanks for doing what you do.

    The play house photo wasn’t as conventionally beautiful as some of the others, but it was quite interesting.

  7. Lovely 🙂 There is nothing quite like the open skies and farmlands… makes for the best sunsets I’ve ever seen. As always love reading your blog. You have such a whimsical approach, and it always brightens my day. Thank you 🙂

  8. Love the Carhartt jacket…they are sooooo warm and comfortable! Beautiful photos–makes me want to fight harder to slow down and experience nature’s peace again.

  9. What a treat to find your blog..
    from what i have read so far. this blog would make a wonderful book..
    love the pictures in this post and especially the old house..yes, wonder what stories those walls would tell..
    Much enjoyed
    Lynne

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