"The essence of America lies not in the headlined heroes, but in the everyday folks who live and die unknown, yet leave their dreams as legacies."Let's take a break from food. I think, we can afford to do this after a weekend of feasting. Can't we?
Last week I confessed my love for chuck wagon cooking, and in that entry I snapped some photos from a book of photographs featuring the work of Erwin E. Smith. Here's a photo of Mr. Smith with his trusty horse.
Erwin E. Smith (1886-1947) was a native Texan who studied painting and sculpture at the Art Institute of Chicago and the School of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. He turned to photography in his early twenties when he realized that the cowboy culture of his native state was slowly vanishing. During this period in his life when he wasn't in school, he worked as a cowhand throughout Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona, and he used photography to document the work and lifestyle of his fellow cowboys.
You can find many of his photographs displayed right alongside the works of Russell and Remington at the outstanding Amon Carter Museum in Fort Worth, Texas.
Each time I view Mr. Smith's photographs, I give thanks. I'm grateful for all who document and sing the praises of the common folk. Woody Guthrie. Dorothea Lange. Studs Terkel. My fellow bloggers.
I guess this is one reason I blog. I want to document what most people refer to as flyover country. Erwin Smith wrote, "From the first time I laid eyes on the sun burnt plains of the West, with its grand scenery, have been in love with its still, enchanted solitude. Its change of colors no artist can portray." Like Smith, I possess the same love for the landscape and people of the Great Plains, and I strive to share my passion with others. In the future, I plan on displaying a little more local color here at the Greasy Skillet.