Friday, August 30, 2013

Kansassumptions

I had lunch with two of my favorite people today; we had yummy food and great conversations spanning topics of family, religion, work, theater, music, photography, travel and food... I'm pretty sure we didn't solve a single one of the world's more complex problems during that (almost) three hour lunch, but it was lovely, just the same. 

They asked me about my trip last week to a Mississippi hospital where I did a staff training and we talked about how hospital policies can vary vastly based on an institution's (or staff member's) ideas, attitudes and backgrounds. Sometimes the variance in a policy has nothing to do with evidence or scientific reasoning, but is system-centered or based on the convenience of the staff; sort of the "we've always done it like this in the past" way of thinking. This particular hospital had some policies that were very outdated; I don't often see the extremely restrictive visitation policies or ideas on when parents can hold their babies like in this particular hospital. Is it because it's in the South? Is this typical Mississippi? It's so easy to generalize and lump everyone into the same bucket, but I've trained staff at hospitals in Florida, Texas, Georgia, Birmingham and Huntsville, and I know it doesn't have to be like this.

That conversation got me thinking about how I'm perceived as a Kansan when I travel. People think they know who you are when you say you're from Kansas. They assume things about you. Dorothy and ruby slippers almost always slip into the conversation. I usually am asked if I own a horse. I once had someone say they had expected me to be wearing fringe. What does that even mean? Someone else told me I was dressed very cosmopolitan for being from the midwest. Awesome. Every once in a while, when I say I'm from Kansas City, I may be asked "Kansas or Missouri" so I know all is not lost. 

Some of the most condescending conversations have been with people who have only seen my State from 30,000 feet. What they "know" about my Kansas is a patchwork quilt of greens, yellows and golds, a blurred vision from a hurried glance out of a tiny, smudged window before quickly looking back to their magazine. They have no connection to the people or the land or to the history of the plains.

This past week, you may have seen the article that made national news proclaiming Kansas as the least scenic State in the nation. I'm not exactly sure how the data was collected, but I'm wondering if those who completed the survey had ever been in the State of Kansas, or were they just making an assumption of what they thought Kansas looked like. The ensuing photographs of the rolling Flint hills, golden wheat fields, endless sunflowers and green pastures flooded social media from those who think Kansas is full of beautiful scenery. I really enjoyed seeing so many photographs of my home State, many of which I had never seen before. Where are those chalky rock formations? Kansas has water falls? ...huh. (On a side note, my parent's 54th wedding anniversary is today and they just happen to be in Cottonwood Falls for the night - I hope they bring me back a photograph of the water fall!)

So, a couple of nights ago on my bike ride, I took some photos at Shawnee Mission Park in my beautiful State of Kansas. Below are three. I have always thought Kansas is beautiful. 



I'm not sure why I love this tree so much, but we have pictures of it through the years and through three seasons. This winter, I'm hoping for a beautiful snow fall to capture this in white!

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Courage Zone


I love being in the middle of the comfort zone. It's so cozy and secure. Safe and easy. Unfortunately, it tends to be very boring. There is something so invigorating, if not slightly terrifying, to wade into waters yet to be explored, to move beyond that position of security into something new and untried. It's not always a natural step; it can take a lot of courage. Some times the way someone moves out of their comfort zone is through coaxing, or even a gentle (or not so gentle) push from a friend.

I've recently been a witness to several people moving beyond their level of comfort and into new areas, expanding their idea of what they can accomplish and feeling proud of their ability to make the most out of their new opportunities. I'm inspired by their acts of bravery and their willingness to be vulnerable in trying new things.

As I look back at some of the photographs I've taken through the years, there is a theme of searching or wandering that runs through so many of the pictures. There are many photos of pathways, winding roads, twisting sidewalks, subway tracks - I've never really thought about the grouping until now. As I make those pictures, I always wonder what's beyond the bend in the road, what's on the other side of that door, where does that track lead and who might I find at the end of the path? I like the sense of movement in those pictures; an idea that there is something waiting to be discovered if we're willing to take a walk in a new direction.
Yellowstone, 2010


Missouri, 2012

Shawnee Mission Park, 2013





Provence, France 2011

Paris, 2011

France, 2011

France, 2011

France, 2011

Florence, Italy 2013

Florence, Italy, 2013

Lucca, Italy, 2013

Italy, 2013

Viviers, France, 2011