Every Monday we welcome our daughter Kirsti to blog from her home in Western North Dakota's oil patch. Take it away Kirsti.
My photos are not from western North Dakota today.
They're from this place.
The land that has been in my family for generations.
This special place.
Where every year in late fall we gather from far and wide to stomp through the grass, weave through the trees, and fill a few deer tags.
The grain harvest is long over. The row crops are stored in the bins.
But one vital protein source is waiting.
In this place food is abundant.
The grass bows in the wind as we pass through.
The trees drop their remaining leaves.
The biting wind leaves our cheeks pink and noses running.
This place of raw beauty.
Sometimes we shoot without success.
The deer gets away unharmed.
But sometimes, in this wonderful place, we bring home more than stories.
Thanks to this place, and the heritage of hunting, we have meat for our freezer.
We call this place home.
Have a great week! -Kirsti