This image is a composite from several photos. It is one of my favorite techniques. So many images that I shoot of horses these days have to be in a contained area (well, actually almost all except those in Wyoming and those horses are contained by cowgirls!), that...
A few weeks ago — well, exactly one month ago Friday — we went on a sojourn to the Crossroads district of Kansas City for First Friday. There, we discovered the most amazing shop called Oracle. A place full of all kinds of curiosities —...
Horses know how to talk, if you know how to listen.
This poem embraces the shadows that come at night.
A poem by Kimberly Beer
Somewhere off a dirt road, I fell fast in love … A Sestina Poem by Kimberly Beer
This Fordson tractor is at my cousin's house. Many members of my family love to collect junk with the thought of future repair — but it often gets abandoned to more pressing projects and time. Farms have a way of doing that to you — stealing...
a photograph by Kimberly Beer
Read excerpts from the in-progress novel Twisted by Kimberly Beer.
Excerpt in “The First Time” from the novella/novel in progress “The Gospel of the Deer” by Kimberly Beer
Every raven I see seems to whisper to me, softly inviting me into their obsidian world of truth and lies.
Cowgirls are one of my favorite subjects. I love a true cowgirl — their toughness, their beauty, their get-it-done attitude. The women in this gallery (and girls) are all western cowgirls from Colorado, Wyoming and Montana.
One of the most sacred places on earth to me is Canyon de Chelly and Canyon del Muerto on the Navajo reservation in Arizona. I have no reasoning for this — it's not a genetic link, but a spiritual one. Years ago, and without any understanding of where I was going, a...
A short story by Kimberly Beer, published in KC Voices. Sid makes a decision — was it an accident or on purpose?
There’s much more to being a farmer’s wife than meets the eye.
Another image from the Skulls and Flowers gallery.
by Kimberly Beer The Ford flatbed and the rusty trailer it pulled behind it fit the exact description — and sound — of rattletrap. The rig descended the graveled drive on my Grandma Lou’s farm interrupting an otherwise quiet Friday morning in June. As I watched it get...
A love poem and a wish to the Universe — by Kimberly Beer
a short series of photographs by Kimberly Beer
A photo poem by Kimberly Beer.
Most days I feel like this image ... it is my favorite self portrait for that very reason. Am I waving to the person looking in on me? I don't know. Am I struggling to break out of my wooden surroundings? I don't know. Am I about to be transported into the center of...
I took a walk through Yellowstone National Park, I invite you to come along with me as I stroll. Enjoy...
A poem by Kimberly Beer
Grinter Farms (https://www.facebook.com/GrinterFarms) is this wonderful place near Lawrence, Kansas that willingly lets people wander around in their sunflower field. How absolutely AWESOME is that? And there are a BOATLOAD (well, I would...
a poem by Kimberly Beer.
A digital art piece by Kimberly Beer.
A poem about the making of hay.