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– Meghan Dale

Meghan Dale

Cooper Chapel, Bella Vista, AR

This photo is from our scouting trip to decide if we wanted to get married there, and who could resist? We got married in winter, in a beautiful glass chapel in the Ozark woods – it was perfect!

– Jamie Nix

Jamie Nix

Fayetteville, AR

What feels like another life ago. Sometimes photos remind us of what we must let go. Places. People. Spaces seeped in memories of fabric, corners, furniture, dust. I do not miss this house, but I do remember what it taught me. Patience, Honesty, Gratitude.

– Lazaro Grande

Lazaro Grande

Unknown

Sitting at the edge of a bridge before looking upon the mist of the beautiful forest, a dirty lake but clear reflection just knowing what i was expecting next was mind blowing. The Ozark is a true form of nature, a nature i tend to live under before I take my last breathe of fresh breeze of curvy trees blowing the final leaves. I know this picture would satisfy my eyes of wonder, but will it arise my faith in hunger. The Ozarks, gives me a chance to see, but it also gives me a place to feel.

– Nancy Martinez

Nancy Martinez

Springdale

Spending time with family here

– Danielle Hatch

Danielle Hatch

Bentonville, Arkansas

This photo is from a series of performances titled ‘She’s on Top of Things’ that took place on various structures around my home in the Spring of the 2020 Covid 19 pandemic. I was working full time remotely and living in a camper with my husband and three children in virtual school. I was loosing my mind.

– Jeffrey Brown

Jeffrey Brown

Tontitown, AR

The surest way to find an old homestead’s yard is a line of jonquils or daffodils along the road. After a bleak winter, and the misery of February, their vibrant greens and yellows would inspire hope in anyone tied to the land. Regardless of the dark and cold days behind, light and life are near at hand. I love to see jonquils’ blooms in frost, or poking out of snow, standing as if in defiance. As urban expansion moves ever outwards in NWA, the bride and I love to transplant these little beacons of hope of those eho settled and lived here before us, unearthing them ahead of the bulldozer and adding them to our meek little homestead.