Sometimes you need to go back to your roots. Mine are of a certain western flair beneath the breathtaking mountains known as the Grand Tetons in a little town called Jackson Hole, WY. Growing up I knew this place was special, and I knew I would need to spread my wings and travel elsewhere to experience the diverse and wondrous people and places this planet has to offer. Yet, coming back home always feels so good. The beauty hits you straight away, but I think it is the people and undercurrent of respect we all hold for this place that really makes it unique.
Speaking of good people, I connected with SF transplant Cole Buckhart (with a name like that you HAVE to live in Wyoming!) and we decided to do a casual shoot to capture some of the Jackson vibe. The great thing about Jackson is that although it is a ski resort town, and a tax haven for many a millionaire, it is Country! Cowboy hats, duck tape keeping down jackets in tact, and boots fit for swing dancing are de rigueur 'round these parts.
This post is a little different than what you normally see from me, but it is a part of who I truly am and am proud to always be... a Wyoming girl.
Photos by Cole Buckhart, shot in Jackson Hole, WY.