I was born in Provo, Utah. I lived there until I was 12, actually, and I’ve been living here for the last four years of college. If you were to ask me where I’m from, though, my immediate answer would be, “Colorado.” If you then asked where in Colorado, my next answer wouldn’t be so immediate. Find “Nowhere” on a map, and I live right in the middle of it.
I’m proud to be from a small town (Manassa, specifically – home of the famed boxer Jack Dempsey). It’s a heritage rich in agricultural values and the occasional kissing cousins…..but mostly the agricultural part. My family first moved there from Georgia in the late 1800’s to find a huge mountain valley 8,000 feet above sea level with a growing season two weeks shorter than Siberia (I wish I was joking about that). There they established a small town on a grid plot exactly one square mile in size. The population was somewhere around 750 then. Now, 133 years later, we boast a burgeoning headcount of 1,042.
People there are family, both literally and metaphorically (the “literally” part contributing to the issue with kissing cousins). They wave to you on the road whether they know you or not, they’ll give you the shirts of their backs even if it’s all they have, and they’re always willing to lend heavy machinery to get you out of any bind.
This is what comes to my mind when I think of Colorado, and it’s the Colorado I try to capture in my photography.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t until I had moved away from Colorado that I started getting into taking pictures. I love rustic buildings and I actually lust after farm houses – both of which are abundantly found in my native land. I still get back as often as I can, though, and I never fail to take a few hundred photos.
This is a small collection of some of my favorites.