Cribbo
These were taken in my prairie at home. The prairie was my father's passion project for a year or so. Every day in the spring and summer he planted, watered, and otherwise fretted over it. Come the verdant months, this area will be lush with wildflowers, fauna, and high grass. For now, however, the dried stalks serve as a reminder of what once was, and the beauty yet to come.
Domino Farms
These photos were taken a short distance from my mother's workplace. Looking upward to the highest reaches of the tree limbs is dizzying; a grounded vertigo. In the presence of such aged giants, one can't help but feel small.
The Farm
About 20 minutes outside of Dexter, in a place with no particular name or designation, sits a dilapidated farm. The barn slopes inwards; wrought with holes, blemishes, and presumably a fair amount of mold. The once-fertile fields now stretch ever outwards, tired and barren. There is a strange energy to this place. It once brought sustenance and prosperity, but now sits alone and empty. A decrepit homage to the unyielding force of time.
Train Tracks
Living in downtown Dexter, it is a rarity when a day passes that isn't interrupted by the echo of a train whistle, and the low resonance of rumbling over tracks. When I was growing up in the Dexter school system, my friends and I would often walk to this very spot after school and wait patiently for a train to pass. When it inevitably did, we would cheer and shout as we tried to pelt it with rocks. Finding adventure and wonder amongst the mundane is a trait entirely unique to childhood. I think that had more people held on to those memories of youth, the world would be a slightly better place.
Skyline
My time at Skyline has certainly been interesting. I've been befallen by a great deal of misfortune, and been pleasantly surprised by a great deal of the opposite, as well. I've made a lot of memories on these school grounds, and I hope to bring them with me; whatever may follow. High school was rough, but it was also a singularly beautiful experience.