Thank You Sandhills
Pictures from the past that bring back priceless memories.
They say that cameras cannot do the prairie justice. In a sense this saying is true; photos make the terrain look flat and featureless compared to real life. You must use your imagination to fill in the voids left by a still frame that captures a mere millisecond in time. The fresh, early morning smell of grass and sand must come from memory. Then add distant coyote barks or honks from a pair of trumpeter swans. If you're creative enough, you will even feel the bite of cold December air on your cheeks.
Photos are memories. Each one transports us back to a time and place so impressive at the time that we got the camera out and took a picture...
A herd bull with his doe, moments before a sunset storm.
Moonrise on Big Alkali Lake.
One of our early spring, father/son camping trips.
Lakeside breakfast omelets.
A healthy Sandhills bass.
Campsite under the stars on Black Steer Lake.
Herd of mule deer making the half-mile swim across Billy's Lake.
A massive whitetail getting a boat ride across Billy's Lake.
Sheridan County moonrise.
This is a small sampling of the thousands of photos that I've taken in the Sandhills over the years. Each one has an underlying story that authors like Mark Twain or Ernest Hemingway could run with. I did my best to capture the mystique of this land in my book, Secrets of the Sandhills. But to truly discover the beauty of the Sandhills, you must immerse yourself into the land. Oh, and take a camera along; you never know what you're going to find in those hills.
