I was born and raised in Oklahoma… It’s where I belong, where my soul is happy, and where I hope to live the rest of my days.
I live in a place where you help your neighbors. You can’t drive down a dirt road without someone waving. Everyone’s friendly and watches out for each other.
And you better believe that they will call and tell your parents if you’re acting dumb in public.
Sometimes, we have weird weather… but God always provides.
(By the way, these first pictures were taken with my new Canon 5D Mark II last night. I heart it, too.)
I live in a place where we work for a living, slaving in the hot summer sun and praying for rain.
It may be hard work, but it’s honest and natural. And usually pays the bills.
If it doesn’t, God will take care of that, too.
I live in a place where we sit and wait for the crops to be ready. Where people call and ask, “What’s your wheat making?” They always expect you to say, “Not too bad,” even when you’re making your best yields ever.
I live in a place where there is more cows than people and you have to drive two hours to the mall. But I wouldn’t change a thing.
It’s my home.