"In 2005, I set out to photograph my home state of South Dakota, a sparsely populated frontier state on the Great Plains with more buffalo, pronghorn, coyotes, mule deere, and prairie dogs than people. It's a land of powwows and rodeos, a corn palace and a buffalo roundup; a harsh and beautiful landscape dominated by space and silence and solitude, by brutal wind and extreme weather; a former Wild West territory where European and Lakota peoples clashed, where cultural tensions still linger; a landscape littered with the broken and the abandoned; a palce I'd learned to love in all its complexity. The next year, m brother, Dave, died unexpectedly of heart failure. For months, one of the few thigns that eased my unsettled heart was the landscape of South Dakota. It seemed all I coudl do was drive and photograph. I began to wonder - does loss have its own geography?",Rebecca Norris Webb

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