Walking Away 9618 A
At a photo workshop at the edge of the South Dakota Badlands this Spring, we were parked on a dirt road, waiting for the other attendees, when I noticed this door laying in the ditch. We hauled it up and took turns shooting it.
I wanted to shoot our model looking toward the horizon in a dream-like scene, and the instructor helped me by suggesting this pose of her throwing away her coat while walking away.
I had chatted with this young woman earlier that morning and learned that she was from a small, nearby town by an Indian reservation. Having also grown-up in South Dakota myself, I related how as a young man that I could not wait to get the hell-out of South Dakota, that I had left the state while in my 20s, and now as an old man, how much I appreciate the place where I grew-up.
In part, that conversation was the inspiration for this photo.
Walking Away 9618 A
At a photo workshop at the edge of the South Dakota Badlands this Spring, we were parked on a dirt road, waiting for the other attendees, when I noticed this door laying in the ditch. We hauled it up and took turns shooting it.
I wanted to shoot our model looking toward the horizon in a dream-like scene, and the instructor helped me by suggesting this pose of her throwing away her coat while walking away.
I had chatted with this young woman earlier that morning and learned that she was from a small, nearby town by an Indian reservation. Having also grown-up in South Dakota myself, I related how as a young man that I could not wait to get the hell-out of South Dakota, that I had left the state while in my 20s, and now as an old man, how much I appreciate the place where I grew-up.
In part, that conversation was the inspiration for this photo.