Advertisements It’s 9am on a Saturday. Temperature is in the low 90’s, humidity approaching 80%. A hipster in a long sleeve flannel shirt and knitted beanie, strapped with his filming devices, approaches the Botanica Gardens of Wichita. He has the time. Existentially, don’t we all….. Kansas is known as the Sunflower State, and this monikerContinue reading “Wichita’s Botanica Gardens”
Tag Archives: Kansas
Nicodemus
Advertisements “I am anxious to reach your state … because of the sacredness of her soil washed by the blood of humanitarians for the cause of freedom.” — S.L. Johnson, black Louisianan in a letter to Kansas Governor John St John, 1879 It’s been a three hour drive from Denver to the high plains ofContinue reading “Nicodemus”
Butterfly fly away
Advertisements The screen door creaked slowly open, then slammed shut with a loud bang behind me. I was the first visitor in the Botanica Gardens butterfly house this morning, and with a camera as my butterfly net, I set out to capture these creatures. The butterfly house appears empty though as I first enter, and IContinue reading “Butterfly fly away”
the character of Topeka
Advertisements Some define a city by its people. Others by its history, architecture or surrounding landscape. I found that in the capital city of Topeka, Kansas, that character can best be found in it’s homes in the hood. [the_ad id=”11882″] It’s where the weather beaten and run down, the hard work of sweat and tearsContinue reading “the character of Topeka”
Keeper of the Plains
Advertisements It was a cloudless summer Saturday as I found my way along the banks of the Arkansas river. No real destination in mind, just a few hours to kill before my flight home from a long week of work. I stumble upon the Keeper of the Plains, a statue built by Native American artistContinue reading “Keeper of the Plains”
how avoiding Twisters threw me into the new Big O
Advertisements Sunday night and the wind is violently shaking the hotel windows and snapping tree branches across corn fields and empty streets. I flip on the television before the the power is lost, and see tornado and severe thunderstorm warnings across Kansas and Nebraska. [the_ad id=”6336″] I pull the bed sheet covers over my headContinue reading “how avoiding Twisters threw me into the new Big O”
listening to the past on the Santa Fe trail
Advertisements The sounds of a million hooves rumbling in the tall prairie grasses. The great American Bison. The clack of wooden wagon wheels turning, passengers dreaming of what the western horizon will bring. Pioneers that tamed the trail. I walk a small portion of the Santa Fe trail in Kansas, and hear the songs ofContinue reading “listening to the past on the Santa Fe trail”
the murders of Holcomb
Advertisements “The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas. A lonesome area that other Kansans call “out there”…Until one morning in mid-November, 1959, few Americans, in fact few Kansans, had ever heard of Holcomb. Exceptional happenings never stopped there….” -Truman Capote. In Cold Blood. I awake early, hours before theContinue reading “the murders of Holcomb”
The Flint Hills of Kansas
Advertisements Beauty is all about your perception, what you choose to see, and how it will affect you. The Flint Hills of Northeastern Kansas, with its marvelous tall green grasses under my bare feet pierce my soul. Houses that once held farmers of old still remain in this countryside, it’s owners probably six feet underContinue reading “The Flint Hills of Kansas”
in Colby Kansas…
Advertisements The great plains of the midwest always leave my pensive, thoughtful and somewhat sad. The people that live in such isolation lends to an overbearing weight that holds you down. I can’t stay more than a few days or I’d drown where I lay. [the_ad id=”13633″] I get caught staring out a window, onlyContinue reading “in Colby Kansas…”