"The history out here isn't ancient, that's what gets me. Spaniards came through first: Coronado crossed the Llano Estacado in 1541 hunting a city of gold, and they've dug his expedition's crossbow points out of the dirt near Floydada. For the next three hundred years this country belonged to the Comanche, who took the horses the Spanish left behind and became the finest light cavalry the world has ever seen. An empire ruled from horseback, right here on this same land. Then in the span of about ten years it all turned over; hide hunters shot the southern buffalo herd. Millions of animals…. down to nothing. The Army broke the Comanche at Palo Duro Canyon in 1874, and towns like Tascosa sprang up on the Canadian River. The real wild-west cowboy capital with a Boot Hill full of men who died with their boots on. Ranches the size of small states carved up the grass, and promoters lured settlers out with promises the sky didn't always keep. This is country that can hand you a blizzard and a supercell in the same week. All of it happened within about four human lifetimes, and the land barely noticed. That's what I'm photographing: a place where the wild part isn't history yet."