Schools have figured into my “PlainSky, Nebraskans” project quite prominently since the beginning: Lose the school, lose the community. It is a story oft-repeated across the Great Plains.
This schoolhouse, alone, weathered and empty, sits in a wheat field west of the small town of Hemingford, waiting for students that will never return. What is left in its future is bleak; rot, wind and collapse are all that are left for the building. I hesitated to stop at first, until I saw the wheat chaff and its circular lines that gave dignity to a building that has little left.