Thursday, September 11, 2014

the shepherd of these hills (home.)

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How do you write about your hometown, or better yet, photograph it? How do you tell the story of a tiny, poverty-stricken town in the Ozark hills? How do you peel back the layers of nostalgia and get to the heart of what a place truly is?

All I know: this is place is home, and my words and pictures could never do it justice.  

There are so many stories to tell--like how the house I grew up in is gone, the lot paved over--but those are too lengthy, and meant for another project.
So here's to home, and the wonderful people that make it so special.

xo,
Katy
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