Amy Sandeen I were standing on a glacier in Iceland and I looked her and said do you know where we need to go?  Sutton, Nebraska.  

She smiled and said, of course we do.

A few weeks later we were walking into Browns ThrifStore.  More than fifty years ago my grandfather Adolph Roemmich would take my hand and walk me three LONG blocks from his house to Sutton’s main street.  We’d go to Browns.  For chocolate clusters and pickles.  And to look at the magazine rack just inside the front door right next to the cash registers.

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He’d show me Life, Time, Sports Illustrated.  It was my window on the world outside rural Nebraska. Big bold beautiful images crafted by the best photographers working. What a life they must have had.  Real life Walter Mitty’s.  I saw things I’d never seen before presented by people who knew how to observe.  .

I would spend hours looking at those publications—and the man running the store took pity on me, at my age, I couldn’t afford any of those glorious glossies, so he let me treat his store like a library.

So on a lovely late September afternoon this year I went in to pick up a coke.   And found my past and my future.  

The chocolate and pickles are still there. So is the magazine rack. Looks about the same, a little the worse from decades of use. There was a tow headed kid standing there looking at an SI. And one of my images was on the cover.  

I grew up in the Panhandle.  The big paper there is the Scottsbluff Star-Herald. As a kid I was a newspaper boy carrying the StarHerald to 100 homes, 6 days a week, for 4 years.   

The Star-Herald would drop a bundle of the papers on my front lawn around 4:30 a.m., and by 5 a.m. I had folded them, put rubber bands around them and packed them into a cloth bag that fit on the handle bars of my bike. My route was 3 1/2 miles long. During the spring, summer and fall it was awesome. Up early, out on my bicycle, throwing things. Best exercise, best time of day, and it paid well. 

It was a wonderful education.

Imagine my delight when the StarHerald devoted a big chunk of their Sunday front page real estate to a story about my nebraskaproject.com.

Yet another nice hug from Nebraska.

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After six months of shooting and traveling around the prairie lands, I’m excited to announce the launch of Straw Hat Visuals’ new artistic and storytelling endeavor — The Nebraska Project.

To me, Nebraska is not only my birth place, but a rich terrain for the imagination and the journalist. It is a place of cowboys and poets, buffalo and meadowlarks.

Often overlooked as the middle of nowhere, Nebraska is actually the center of everything, providing sustenance and grit for the country.

Some stories are small, like the 60 year romance between Rodney and Delores, and some are as big as the Nebraska sky itself.
There are many more stories to tell and ways we can together preserve and record the beauty of America’s majestic frontier.
I hope you enjoy our project and learning more about Nebraska – the land and people who make it great.

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We are pleased to announce that our short film, A Teacher Remembered, will premier at the Prairie Lights Film Festival this weekend.

Our documentary follows the impact of a teacher in a one-room schoolhouse on a rural Nebraskan community.

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It will premier during the Sunday morning block of films on September 14.

Weekend passes for the festival are available online now.

The Prairie Lights Film Festival is a 3-day showcase of Nebraska cinema and Nebraska filmmakers held at the historic Grand Theatre in Grand Island, Nebraska.  The festival takes place September 12 -14.

Learn more at prairielightsfilmfest.com.

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It doesn’t get better than this.

Sublime night.  Perfect temperature — 65 degrees.  Crystal clear skies.  Virtually no wind.  Nothing between us and the heavens — just now starting to sparkle, and by midnight the stars will completely fill the sky.

This is my favorite place on earth.  Nebraska.  Right smack in the middle of the USA.

Tonight, I’m in the Sandhills in the middle of a long grass pasture.  No one for miles in any direction. Except for friends helping me work on a series of short films saluting my birth state.

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Absolutely peaceful.  Incredibly stimulating.

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Over the Fourth of July, we were invited to document the Estonia Song and Dance Celebration — an event that takes place every five years to commemorate the important place music holds in the heart of Estonia. Throughout the nation’s history, and under various occupations, Estonians have kept their culture and language alive with song.

While we were there, we shot videos and stills for a short documentary and longform story titled “Let Freedom Sing.”

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