I have been very lucky to travel to and experience some absolutely beautiful parts of these great and grand United States. None of those places hold a deeper place in my heart than SW Oklahoma, my home. I like to think of this place when I think of Woody Guthrie singing “This Land is Your Land”.
Many people think of SW Oklahoma as nothing but expansive farm land. For the most part they are correct. When I was a child I spent a lot of time at local harvest festivals. My hometown had an annual Peanut Festival. However, Not all of SW OK is dedicated farmland. There is an absolutely amazing geological outcrop of granite called the Wichita Mountains (“wich-uh-taw” which is the Okie way to say it.) just west of where I grew up. This is such a beautiful place and I love going back and hiking the landscape and making photos. It always seems to put my head in the right space.
The Native Americans held this place sacred and special. It’s the kind of place where legend and spirits abound. Geronimo and his band of Apache heros roamed these same mountains. The sacred cedar trees dot the landscape and if you listen closely to the wind you can hear the history of outlaw cowboys and hidden confederate gold. It’s said that Jesse and Frank James hid out among the granite boulders, and left behind still unfound treasure. Yesterday afternoon I traveled to the Wichitas and spent some time. It is usually very empty on weekdays so I had the run of the place. Other than the friendly longhorn steer, mellow bison, that now roam the free range, I enjoyed some solitude.
My hometown is just on the horizon in the above photo.