Flint Hills Photography


In the 22 years that I’ve lived in Kansas, I’ve learned that when it comes to the prairie, you either love it or you hate it. I suppose there are those who simply endure it without attaching much of any emotion to it, but those are probably the people on I-70 trying to get across the state as fast as they can.

It didn’t take me long, however, to come to love the prairie. The photographs in these pages are, I hope, a reflection of that love. I am constantly awed by the prairie and pray that generations to come will be able to experience the rolling hills, the expanse of sky, and the subtle beauty that are around us here in Kansas.

To me, it’s all about light. Prairie light, it can be argued, is like no other light. Even filtered through the canopy of a riparian woods, or turning hills into pure gold, and making the grasses look like fire, it’s all about light.

These photographs exist as a way for me to pay homage to prairie, as a creative outlet, and as a way to share the beauty that I’ve found here.

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you find my work worthy of your attention.

January 2009

Photography by R. Charles Pearce

Here the water went down, the icebergs slid with gravel, the gaps and the valleys hissed, and the black loam came, and the yellow sandy loam.

Here between the sheds of the Rocky Mountains and the Appalachians, here now a morning star fixes a fire sign over the timber claims and cow pastures, the corn belt, the cotton belt, the cattle ranches.

Here the gray geese go five hundred miles and back with a wind under their wings honking the cry for a new home.

Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water.

Carl Sandburg—Cornhuskers

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