I live in Colorado, and Montana feels like home to me, but Oklahoma is where my roots are. Last week I drove down to the northeastern part of the state—the prettiest part—to visit my family. Spring in the Rockies is difficult for me. There's almost too much excitement in the air. Things change fast. One minute there's a snowstorm and the next there's a forest fire and then before you know it there's a baby raccoon on your front porch. See what I mean? I get twitchy and feel anxious. But springtime in Oklahoma wraps you up in a big warm hug and doesn't let go. It feels safe. And yes, maybe there's a tornado and then a baby possum in your yard, but at least you're being hugged. I like that.
When we lived in Oklahoma, my family went on a road trip to Colorado. I was probably 9 or 10. I got so excited when we were driving back home and we reached the prairie. I remember my dad saying, "I think you're a wide-open spaces kind of girl." And that's what I mean: at heart, I'm an Okie.
I'll be spending more time there over the next few months, and I have an Oklahoma photography project beginning to take shape in my head. It'll be a months-long process, and it'll probably mean more to me and my family than to my blog readers, but I think it'll be good. I'll post small updates here and on my Facebook page, so be sure to check in once in a while. In the meantime, here are a few from my trip last week. Enjoy!
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