Dawn Wink: Dewdrops

Landscape, Language, Teaching, Wildness, Beauty, Imagination

A Photo Journal of the Ranch


Sunrise on the ranch.

Sunrise on the ranch.



June 20, 2013 We took off this morning to head north for my parent’s ranch in western South Dakota. As we pulled out of Santa Fe this morning at 4:30, I marveled at how different it is to travel with teenagers, rather than babies or toddlers.. Wyatt, Luke, and Wynn each made their first trek to the ranch at 6-weeks-old, and have made it every year, often several times a year, since.

When we lived in California, the drive took 26 hours. I loaded the car seats, diapers, books-on-tape, juice boxes and massive amounts of goldfish, which I tossed back over my shoulder in the kids’ general direction with abandon by Wyoming. When we arrived at last and I opened the car doors, all slid and fell out of the doors. This morning the light of the dashboard shone on the faces of Luke, Wynn, and her best friend, Erin, and I marveled at the difference in the journey now. Work and life kept Noé and Wyatt in Santa Fe on this trip. Wyatt had just been with Grammie and Bop Bop on the ranch.

As I rounded the corner into the lane of the ranch, my heart sighed.

Wink Cattle Co.

Wink Cattle Co.



We made it.

The kids went straight for the trampoline!


June 21, 2013 First morning on the ranch. 

Sunrise over the prairie.

Sunrise over the prairie.

Here are the headquarters of the ranch, as looking north.

Wink Cattle Co.

Wink Cattle Co.

A ride, at last.

A ride, at last.

Cup of coffee on the front porch of our home on the ranch, the Prairie Parlour. People ask why I named our home here the Prairie Parlour. I wanted something that evoked the prairie, that evoked history—and it has a somewhat more lyrical ring to it than the single-wide. (That’s why Parlour is spelled with a U. Doesn’t it sound historic and fancy?) I love our home here. Here, let me show you around a little bit:

Morning coffee on the porch of the Prairie Parlor.

 Morning coffee on the porch of the Parlour.

The Parlour faces south.

Prairie Parlour

Prairie Parlour

This is our view from the front porch, with the dam and ranch house. Throughout our time here, the kids run back-and-forth and back-and-forth between the two houses.

Prairie Parlour and Ranch House

Prairie Parlour and Ranch House

Living room of the Prairie Parlour. Yes, that is a Christmas tree, still there from when we were here for Christmas. The lights are wonderful for pre-dawn lighting the way to the coffee pot and journal. When we bought the Parlour, it had dark wood paneling EVERYWHERE and burnt orange carpet. Severals summers were spent painting. And, then painting some more. And then another few coats of paint for good measure. 

Prairie Parlour, Living Room

Prairie Parlour, Living Room

My writing desk in the Parlour. Much of Meadowlark was written here by the of the oil lamp.

My writing desk in the Parlour.

My writing desk in the Parlour.

Boots, hats, belts, and bonnets from when the kids were small.


Boots, Hats, Belts, and Bonnets from when the kids were small.

Boots, Hats, Belts, and Bonnets

Dad, Mom, Luke, Wyatt, and Wynn, 2002

Dad, Mom, Luke, Wyatt, and Wynn, 2002

The Prairie Palace sits behind the Parlour. It was first a calving shed, then Mom’s writing studio, and most recently, the boys’ clubhouse.

The Prairie Palace

The Prairie Palace

Mom and I headed north for walk. This is the greenest the prairie in this country has been in years. South Dakota has experienced the same drought that continues to parch New Mexico, Colorado, and Arizona. Last summer, this country was straw-yellow and dry, without enough grass to cut prairie hay. Late-spring  rain poured down at just the right time this year to the rejoicing of all. Dirt water dams nearly dry from years of drought filled and there is enough prairie grass and alfalfa to cut hay this year. Blessings all. This year’s grass and color is such a sharp contrast to the last several that I found myself exclaiming again and again, “I can’t believe how green it is!”

North pasture

North pasture

Mom and I walked up the lane and I glanced down to see this egg among the stones on the road.

Found stone and egg.

Found stone and egg.

After our walk, the girls and I were off to see the mares and foals. 



Horses running

Running acros the plains.


I have a very special place in my heart for this mare, Josie. She inspired the horse, Mame, in Meadowlark. She’s a grullo (GREW-yo) in coloring, her coat shades of fawn brown, with a dusting of gold and tan. She glistens in the sun. Her mane and tail are dark brown with streaks of gold and red. She hairs-up in the winter more than any horse I’ve ever seen. In late spring when she loses her winter coat, great swaths and clumps of her hair cling together and hang from her. She looks like a yak. A big horse for a mare, she has a strong and gentle spirit. Remember her when you see the upcoming photos of Frankie; she is his mother.

Josie and Dawn

Josie and Dawn

Josie's Eye

Josie’s Eye

This was my view of Wynn’s pony tail, as we drove the four-wheelers to see the mares. Her hair flapped in my face in the wind and we flew across the prairie. It was wonderful.

Wynn's pony tail. My view, as Wynn drove us back to the ranch house on the four-wheeler.

An eagle lifted from a fence post flew overhead on our way back to the ranch house. I nearly flipped off the back trying to take this photo. 

Golden eagle flies above.

Golden eagle flies above.

 The ranch lies along a main route for cattle trucks moving across the Great Plains. Luke stayed busy cleaning Wink’s Wash Out, our cattle truck wash out….

Luke at Wink's Wash Out

Luke at Wink’s Wash Out

…And planted trees with Bop Bop. Trees are worth their weight in gold on the prairies. The land seems to conspire against their growth. Mom and Dad have planted untold numbers of trees around the headquarters for shade and protection from the wind and only a few make make it. They refer to the shrub that does seem to thrive as, “The Noble Hackberry.” 

Luke and Dad planting Russian Olive trees.

Luke and Dad planting Russian Olive trees.

Wynn and Erin kept busy chopping out the Russian thistles around the newly planted trees. This probably would not have been the girls first choice of what to do for hours on a hot day. But, I ask, what are ranch memories without character-building experiences? I spent my summers picking up rocks out of pastures and tossing them into the bucket of the front-end loader, and walking behind a flatbed trailer and bucking small square hay bales onto it. Wonderful to pass along the family tradition! We feel all teenagers, and the world, might benefit from swathing several acres of Russian Thistles by hand. The girls may have a slightly different perspective on this…


Wynn and Erin carrying on historical tradition and developing character among the thistles…

Time with the new foals in the evening. Mom and I walked out to see the new foals just as the sun was setting and their roan and sorrel coats glowed. 



Foal 2

Fancy’s filly

The sun set over the barn that evening.

Sunset over barn

Sunset over barn

The next days passed in a swirl of horses, sunrises, prairie, and kids.

Pink-laced clouds of dawn.

Pink-laced clouds of dawn

A meadowlark came to call the second morning.

A meadowlark came to call.

Meadowlark on fence in front of the Parlour.

Prairie art

Prairie art

We were on the ranch the night the moon was at its fullest.

Full moon rising.

Full moon rising

Grammie love.

Grammie love

Grammie and  Wynn

A meadowlark outside the Parlour at sunrise.

Meadowlark at dawn.

Meadowlark at dawn.

The bead store at Prairie Edge in Rapid City is a feast for the senses. I love it here. The beads, the glass, the colors, the textures, the stories unfurled, the beaded treasures. In Meadowlark, the Lakota character, Daisy Standing Horse, beads. I spent hours here looking at the beads, the different shapes, the colors, the beaded works displayed. Treasures.

Beads at Prairie Edge

Beads at Prairie Edge

Blue beads

Beads at Prairie Edge.

Dad’s boots. I walked by these one afternoon and they spoke to me. I love their worn leather, our brand on the spurs, and the gumbo mud that never seems to come off, still on the heels. When the prairie gets wet, the earth turns to gumbo – it sticks to everything in ways that defy physics. There is almost always an explicative uttered before it, when on boots, when cattle, horses, cars, and pickups are stuck in it, and inevitably if it’s been tracked into the house. I still really love this photo.

Dad's Boots

Dad’s Boots

Joanie and Frankie – A Love Story. Mom loves this horse, Frankie, Josie’s son. The kids, Mom, Dad, and I watched his birth. When he was born, we thought he was an albino, then saw that he has blue eyes, not pink. Frankie is after Frank Sinatra, ‘Ol Blue Eyes and is a cremello (crem-AY-yo). To see him as a foal trotting next to dark Josie was gorgeous. Cremello horses can sunburn and often their eyesight is poor. On sunny summer days, Mom and Dad make sure that Frankie and get into the shade.  Frankie adores Mom. 

Mom and Frankie

Mom and Frankie

A rare evening moment to write in my journal.

Boots and Journal

Boots and Journal

The Cheyenne River runs south of the ranch. The southern tip of the ranch, along what we call the breaks, folds down to almost touch the river. 

The Breaks

The Breaks

For the first time, we tubed along the river. Ever-cautious, the kids had to wear life jackets. Of course, the only life jackets we could find were those they were when they were three-years-old. While the drought filled the river more than in previous years, the river ebbed and flowed in depth. In some places, at least five feet and more – and in others, the kids had their life jackets on in a solid six-inches of water. They pointed this out to me. More than once. Clearly, I ignored this and focused on the rhythm of the water and the scenery, which was breathtaking. Cottonwood trees lined the river, grassy meadows underneath. Cliffs fell away into the water.

Down the Cheyenne River

Down the Cheyenne River

Four great blue herons, two golden eagles, one wipe-out and entanglement, which added adventure, and three hours later, we washed ashore.

Four great blue herons, two golden eagles, and three hours later, we washed ashore.

Great great blue herons later…

And sometimes, girls on a ranch just have to dance.

Girls dancing

Wynn and Erin Dancing

This Winnie the Pooh was the kids’ when they were babies. At some point more than a decade ago, we left him in Dad’s truck. Pooh Bear came to live in Bop Bop’s trucks ever since. 

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Haying time in South Dakota.



Hay bale

Hay bale

New gate into headquarters. Dad, my brother, Bo, and Luke, balance, fit, and nail here. Luke worked with Dad for two weeks. As we left, Dad said, “He is a good hand.” When your dad’s a cowboy, there is no higher compliment.

New gate

Luke, Bo, and Dad

We visited the graves of Mom’s mother, Janet Clark Richardson, who died when Mom was three-years-old, and stepmother who married her dad when Mom was 17, Mary Richardson. Mom and I watched the kids as for the first time, the implications of this seemed to sink in for them. The two graves lie side by side, with my grandfather’s grave above, an arrangement he chose and rife with with symbolism. 

Janet Clark Richardson

Janet Clark Richardson

Mary Richardson

Mary Richardson

My great grandmother, Grace Richardson.

Grace Richardson

Grace Richardson

Wynn and Erin spent a week at Placerville Camp in the Black Hills. Mom attended this camp throughout her childhood, and Bo was a camp counselor here in college. 

Wynn and Erin with Uncle Bo and Auntie Lisa, Placerville Church Camp

Wynn and Erin with Uncle Bo and Auntie Lisa


Stream running through Placerville Camp.

Cousins! Erin, Wynn, Luke, Garrett, Austin

Cousins! Erin, Wynn, Luke, Garrett, Austin

Dawn and Prairie Flowers, photo Lisa Wink

Dawn and Prairie Flowers, photo Lisa Wink

I spent years driving all over South Dakota and the plains, finding every bookstore and historical museum I could and buying books surrounding the history of the Great Plains to read and research Grace’s era for Meadowlark. I found treasures along the way – including published diaries and journals. I sank into the lives of the people of the prairie, absorbed their experiences of the times. With every book, every story, every life, Grace and her era came more and more to life for me. I wrote Grace’s story of life and place from my heart, and then came to layer in the fine details of the time.

Meadowlark Books 2

Books for reading and research of Meadowlark.

Books of reading and research for Meadowlark.Books for Meadowlark

One of the things I’d hoped to do while on the ranch was to get an author photo for Meadowlark. This is much easier said than done. Three things to work with when taking an author’s photo on a ranch: 1) The sun is out, 2) The wind is not blowing toooo hard, and, 3) Writer needs to be somewhat clean. The stars don’t naturally align for this on a ranch. They did one day and Mom and I both said, “Quick, before the wind picks up or the cows get out, let’s get some photos!” and Mom got this shot.

The brief moment the stars aligned for a photo.

The brief moment the stars aligned for a photo.

Linda Hasselstrom, photo by Greg Latzka

Linda Hasselstrom, photo by Greg Latza

While on the ranch, I received one of those blessings and gifts that one would barely dare to hope for in the ebb and flow of life. Linda Hasselstrom writes of the realities and poetry of ranching in South Dakota. When Mom and Dad first moved to the ranch in South Dakota, I’d lived my life on ranches, but never on one in South Dakota. Mom discovered Linda’s work first and shared with me. As I read—inhaled, absorbed—Linda’s books, Windbreak: A Woman Rancher on the Northern Plains; Going Over East: Reflections of a Woman Rancher, Land Circle: Writings Collected fro the Land, and more, I felt Linda walking beside me, talking about the land, giving voice to what I experienced on the plains, but didn’t have the language yet to articulate. The raw beauty of the prairie, so different than the Sonoran desert of my childhood ranch, came alive through her writing. As I read, I realized that the thread of the ranching life held strong throughout the landscapes, the climates, the people. In Linda Hasselstrom, I found a woman rancher who spoke with honesty of the realities of ranching as a woman, a writer, and a person who loves deeply, the people and the land. Here, she writes of our correspondence and my upcoming class, “Raven’s Time: Wildness and Beauty,” through Story Circle Network in her blog.

If you have not yet read Linda’s work, I encourage you to treat yourself and your spirit and do so. Her book are true masterpieces of the prairie, of ranching, and of what it is to walk through this world with passion, determination, and wonder. Here is one of her poems:

Tinybooklc-330My Last Will and Testament

Being of sound body and mind,

I speak to you who will inherit,

though you were never part of me. 

                  I give you grass roots wound in earth’s breast,

                  coyotes singing in the wind,

                  meadowlarks flashing in the grass,

                  buffalo shaking the world with his bellow, 

                  plowing with his hooves.

                  I give you back what our ancestors had.

                  You earn the land

                  after your name is on the title.

                  The sacraments of inheritance

                  require payment in blood and sweat. 

                  If you only accept, you lose everything.

To hold it, you must fight

the the plan to dump sewage in the creek,

fight the scheme to dump nuclear waste,

creating jobs

for people desperate enough to take them.

                  Fight the silence of the frozen land,

                  struggle to lift tons of baled hay,

                  fight for the lives of cows,

                  made stupid by pain;

                  fight fire in winter grass,

                  stand helpless as hail booms on the roof. 

Even if you are homeless, landless,

beware this bequest;

look this gift in its barbed teeth.

If you’ve never felt the wind

breathe in your lungs,

earth’s blood singing in yours,

think before you accept this freedom,

this prison.

                   I will be gone.

                   But I, who have no heir,

                   speak to you in my blood, and yours.

                   One day a hawk will fall

                   through blue air to eye you from a fencepost,

                   a sego lily will raise its fluted face

                   beside your path.

                                  —Linda Hasselstrom, Land Circle: Writings Collected from the Land

The fifth generation now walks the land of this ranch. Throughout the years, through good times and rough, whatever the blessing or challenge, our family says, “It takes a ranch.” 

And it does.

Walking to see horses.

Six Winks walking to see horses. Photo by Lisa Wink

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Dawn Wink is a writer and educator whose work explores language, landscape, wildness, beauty, and imagination.

72 thoughts on “A Photo Journal of the Ranch

  1. Wonderful snaps of a wonderful family and its surroundings!

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  4. Love this..love the prairie parlour! Thanks so much for sharing. I bought your book in good ‘ole paperback on Amazon. I will save it for the 3 weeks I’m away at Elk Camp in the fall. Glad to hear your family is doing well Dawn . Hugs.

    • Jennifer, thanks so much for “visiting” the ranch with us! I love the prairie parlour, too. 🙂 Thank you so very much for sharing the journey of Meadowlark via paperback during Elk Camp. I’ll love knowing this and am so very grateful. Thanks ever so much for taking the time to reconnect! Hugs, Dawn

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  10. Lovely sense of open space and a golden eagle!

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  12. Dear Dawn, this one is amazing. You shared your family and your land – your place – with us. What an amazing gift. Thank you ❤

    • Dear Lindy, I love this one, too — especially close to my heart. Actually, this one IS my heart. Thank you so much for taking the time to share in all. Love and love.

  13. Thank you, Dawn. I loved all the beautiful photos. Your children have something most children never get to experience; the wildness of nature, the expansion of land that ignites the imagination, and the love of a great family that knows how to nurture land, animals, and people. You are fortunate, but I know you know that. 🙂

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  15. Dear Dawn, Seeing You, your pictures, reading your “notes”.. it all can easily move me to tears. The fifth of five in memory visits to South Dakota had become few and f a r between. My most prominent memory – a bit like a calf at branding time, it was your Great … Grand Mother Grace who “taught” me how to take medicine, swallow a pill ( in Westtown, PA.) I am VERY excited to read your “Meadowlark” and discover more about “Dewdrops”. Sincerely, Your Loving yet long “lost” Uncle “Clarkie” g. … add/bp II. Kaiserslautern, Germany

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  17. Awesome page it is so beautiful up there when you live in az like I do you really appreciate all kinds of GODS Beauty I cant wait to read your book.

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  20. Went to YC with your folks. It’s wonderful to see their place out west, to see how beautiful and handsome they still are, and to read your comments on life on the prairie. Glad you found Linda Hasselstrom. I have read her from the very beginning of her career and feel that she is the authentic voice of western SD. I look forward to reading your new book. Carol at fiberartfancies.blogspot.com

  21. What a nice way to catch up with you after all these years Dawn. My mind was filled with thoughts from high school. Remembering your beautiful ranch in Cascabel. It is one of my fondest memories. I’m looking forward to reading your new book. I’m sending you a check for a signed copy! I’d love to meet up with you here in NM. I’ll let you know if we make the trek up North.
    Love and hugs,

    • Dear Rach,
      Oh, so wonderful to catch up with you! Let’s do meet up in person. I know we can do this! Would so love to see you again. I’ll send you a note via email with my cell number.
      Love and hugs to you,

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  23. This is beautiful!
    As I was reading this quote came to my mind:
    “Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.”
    Thank you so much!

    • Hi Anna, What a gorgeous quote! I haven’t heard that before, thank you so much for this gift. This is going above my writing desk. Thank you and thank you! Dawn

  24. …an emotional experience. i’m practically bawling. the photos, your beautiful family, gorgeous horses, the poem….WOW!!! you are so blessed.

    • Stephany, I found myself getting a little misty-eyed myself after Linda’s poem at the end. So grateful to share some good tears with you. Thank you so much for taking the time to write and share together. A blessing. Dawn

  25. Nice photographs of the ranch. Loved the hats displayed over cowboy boots—whimsical!

    • Lucinda, Oh, do I love those hats on the small boots, too. All those years of new boots and hats every year, since they’d grown. Those worn boots and rumpled hats bring back such memories. A real blessing to share with you! Dawn

  26. Dawn,
    Que belleza! Que lugar tan hermoso, lindas personas, hermosos paisajes. Mi foto favorita es la de tu mama abrazando a su nieta con tanta ternura…

  27. Dawn, these photos and the words with them are so beautiful. Beautiful country, beautiful people, beautiful experiences. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you they make me envious of your family.

  28. Winkie, These photos and words are both breathtaking and heartwarming. So glad you shared them….what a writer you are! Love, “Nancy Yates” :-))

    Sent from my iPad

  29. I enjoyed this so much. We have more in common than you know. I spent many a hot summer day bailing hay, cutting thistles and mowing. Lots and lots of mowing. I felt like I just returned from a trip to S.D! Hi to your folks.

    • Rosemary, I wondered if you might have shared in these experiences. 🙂 I’m so glad you did. Iowa, mowing, lots and lots of mowing. Yes. 🙂 Much love, Dawn

  30. Dawn, I loved this and was delighted to come close to the end and see our time together! You inspired me to share a photo journal for my blog of the past 2 weeks. And I love that you closed with Linda Hasselstrom. I thought of her as we sat on the deck and wanted to bring her up, but it was in that time that we were trying to say good-bye and I knew it would spark another long conversation. ~ And did you “tube” under the Four Corners Bridge? I LOVE that place!! Look forward to seeing you again.

    • Jodi, I loved reading how you were going to bring up Linda Hasselstrom and realized that we were trying to say good-bye and that would spark another long conversation! Beautiful. And I so look forward to our many more long conversations. Love, Dawn

  31. Thanks Dawn! I feel like I was walking along beside you!! Charlotte

  32. All incredible, but my fav is the one of you and your mom.

    • Anne,
      And I love even more that photo of my daughter and my mom and so many people think that its me. This makes my heart simply swell. A dear friend from high school wrote and said he couldn’t believe how my tiny daughter now reminds him so much of someone he once knew in high school…. I just beamed when I read this. I love that photo, too. The look on Mom’s face…
      Big hugs to you!

  33. All I can say Dawn is, “Boy, do I envy you!” Fabulous photos. OH and by the way, parlour is the correct spelling…said she who spent most of her life in Britain 😉

    • Hi Andi,
      Yes, the British spelling of parlour! Absolutely. Such a pleasure to share with you who loves the West and contributes so much to its literary honor and expression.
      Smiles and hugs,

  34. Hola…your pix are as powerful as your words.

  35. Dawn,
    So rich with love and nature’s beauty! Thank you for sharing your family and your love.
    Peace and light,

    • Sharon,
      So grateful to share the ranch and all on it with you, dear Sharon. Now, if only we’d had a picture of someone lifting something heavy!
      Much love to you and Jan,

  36. This is a complete story in itself…at least the beginning and middle. Beautiful words and pics.
    Thank you,

  37. Dawn— That was almost as good as being there! can’t wait to read your book!

  38. I finally got these FABULOUS pictures & perused them over & over…just great. The foals at sunset would be a prize winner in a contest!!!! What heart warming photos! Luv Micki

    • Dear Micki, Oh, I am so glad that these came through for you! Isn’t the evening light on those foals incredible? It really was just that rich and bold. So glad you enjoyed! Love you, Dawn

  39. just love this Dawn… thanks for letting me be a fly on the wall of your life!! Your writing inspires, connects and affirms life…. thanks…

  40. What a beautiful journal that you’ve gifted us to share in this very special place on earth and in your heart. Can’t wait to read Meadowlark.

  41. Dear Eunice,
    Oh, thank you so much for sharing your own story of Montana, ranching, horses, and your dad. Yes, I can imagine Montana is a place your heart never left. I feel so blessed for your sharing of your story and to share these moments on the ranch with you.
    With much gratitude,

  42. Love your “photo album” of the ranch. I grew up in Montana, my first 14 yrs on a ranch where dad raised horses until his death when I was five, a place my heart never left. (Have lived in towns ever since.) Thanks so much for these wonderful pictures. I’ll probably come back and look at them again.

  43. Hi Dawn,
    I sit here with both tears and drool!! Sounds weird huh?!! Well, not literal drool!! The beauty of the landscapes and the beauty of family being so closely connected are such treasures in this life.
    Love, Barb

    • Hi Barb,
      “Tears and drool.” I love this. Isn’t that what life is all about? Thank you so much for taking the time to write. I love, love sharing this with you.
      Much love,

  44. Thank you so much for sharing your photos and thoughts with us. Gorgeous and inspiring! XO

  45. Joy, beauty, love, and sweat all rolled out in waving prairie grasses… love love love it. I practically kissed my computer screen seeing that yummy filly – like brown sugar! Some day wanna sit on that Prairie Parlour porch with you!

    • Sandy, “Joy, beauty, love, and sweat all rolled out in waving prairie grasses…” Now THAT is gorgeous! So glad you almost kissed your screen and I look forward to sitting on the porch of the Prairie Parlour with you one day, girl! XO

  46. Wonderful!!!

    Sent from my iPhone

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