Buffalo Dreams Studio

When most people picture the American West, they imagine ranches stretching toward the horizon, hardworking cowboys driving cattle, horses beneath endless skies, cactus, sagebrush, and dusty roads.

That West exists. It has history, grit and it deserves to be remembered. But it isn’t the only West.

The West I photograph is also found in the quieter moments. It is buffalo on the plains. Snowcapped mountains. Soaring eagles. Quiet lakes. Mountain goats. Hummingbirds just passing through. Wildflowers painting the hillsides. Forests, rushing rivers, calm creeks, the dramatic clouds of Montana and mist of Idaho.

It is the details that for many are so easy to miss. The stillness. The smallest creature. The moments you only see when you slow down and pay attention. That is the West I observe. 

These photographs are my dreams—an act of believing in myself, trusting my point of view, and finally sharing it with you. 

Some dreams take years...

Cheers,
Becca