HEY, I'M MEGHAN. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME MEG.
By the time my family moved to Pratt, Kansas, I was seven years old, expert packer and obliging passenger of long distance trips. From the backwater oil country of east Texas to the barren wastelands of west Texas, to the endless sea of Kansas prairie, my formative years were spent moving from one dusty little town to another.
They lacked refinement, to be sure, but these places shaped me all the same, their plainness, intuition, resilience, and deep sense of tradition. It is by no coincidence such elements are of particular interest to me in the photographs I make.
At the core I seek truth, purpose, and beauty.
My greatest desire is that the stories I tell will honor those I have the privilege to work alongside.