Prairie Style Photography

  Come to the house imposing in it's shabbinees standing with me he did not mind to there yeet of the distance one mile standing s oftly suddenly, it began to snow  3 to 4 inches deep the long from the  highest at its narrow do we stay away from the narrowist part, part h e turned his mount  widened to a point behind as he shifted inspite of his step light to each step crunched threw the snow underneath feet  the snow behind her t oward  though any  the house she  sank down  though any distance felt impossible any distance  sounds rising over the snow   with her back to the door she glanced quickly the winter wind dried her tears just barely freezing her nose and cheeks the voices  cried they reached the house shivering from the winter crisp the late winter  t he winter wind whips against her face the snow being scattered lightly threw snow - roofs stood softly grey sky rolling the snow whirled wildly wind felled in leaving the footprints in the snow covered tree's li ght fille

The footprints with little gems to be uplift loven life in the midst of romantic old school style time  t aken away there was no shadow  from the foot prints even though  it seemed to be standing on  in  this time rain drummed widely down on the old school rain puddles reflecting seeing the sun broke to was be only kindled by a  bright narrow sunbeam shinning down on the Ozark School  the old school hand prints in strange places the footprints in muddy places feeling the history the glow from the light of the rain after it rain the sun broke through the low clouds,to  the rain  sweet summer the rattle of the dry clutch alone was enough to there surprise the cupalo story rises visible for many miles above the crossing across the country side as the wind whistles through the blowing wind the harvest brightly.  To be uplifting the o zark School almost shaped like a high mountain the Ozark School to see a kindly old man happy to love by many. Known for the name of Ozark mountains at the ab

                 Netherhill Old School in it's unique quality. Old brick school tucked away in a mist of a tiny village seeing a withstand harsh storm to it's bleakness scattering to almost untouched fine brick arched windows built with wood brick stone to some miles there are old brick schools there old school some in it's ruins in it's beauty to the winds surrounded by shade of tree's. Stoves and furnaces the frame the sections on the wall dust board sorted the same way white hazy chalk written being on the board the children facing the written walls resembled an old school fortess there strength in it's unique quality dervived structure to the orginal style the old classroom were closed up with brick the movement near the front row there old school traditional values  wandered as they hear the sounds of life beginning there sounds of life  again one sounds of laughter the one woe sharing our fears to fill there hope the memories belonging to there treasures o

The house slowly falling to it ruins into a humble background there pride of  many years old and still standing the sounds of the foot steps walking back and forth higher swiftly realized there's presence the clouds above the sky in mid-afternoon a few trees covered the grasses yet a rolling covering the divide lies on the floor as he crossed towards to his home he glanced at her sharply. The qualities would be longer than it's deep to there sight and thought.  Settled into a backdrop  of the wooded hills t o think of the nightly stars above us that the forest outside grew dark the night dark storm clouds swirl around very intense eve. The mantle above the fire to began to roll up the valley the summer rain farther back beyond the dark tree's beyond  a roof shinning reflection the stars behind the clouds in it's breath taking scenery a sight and thought. Threw the wood still a surrounding wilderness miles long to the house just beyond the cabin walls the door against th

Being an old classic car the old car been sitting there since it hasn't started the owner dimply to admire the old car ragged the torn the worn broken bent down more than just old cars with the windows down she hurried to hold her father hand she glanced at her father knowing that he well always be her father fierce loyalties run deep my father drove a vintage car to a old classic car and as she thought to herself when he was as he admiring the cars the old collectors she says dad could you just give me one minute to our enduring life while holding his hand he smiled back in that moment strongly fears love runs deep threw the still waters. The old man to a father growing old he stopped he scowled for a moment scowled to imagine to see himself as before. Dad to one's daughter share there love sharing same fears and hopes to there kinderd hearts his voice was quiet with emotion are you ready my darling daughter she smiled and nodded. His whiskers beard to grey face new dad would