Picher, Oklahoma was once a prosperous mining town. At its height it was home to around 20,000 people. Now, it’s home to less than ten. In 2009 the town officially dissolved itself and that same year all residents who wanted one were given federal buyouts to leave the town.
When I began this project that’s what I thought would be the whole of the final product. But I’ve visited Picher four times now and I can say that there’s a lot more to the story.
The town is mostly dead — as far as I can tell there are three homes (either families or single residents I’m not sure) still inhabited. But people still love Picher and come back to visit fairly regularly. I was lucky enough to catch their annual Christmas parade. (A dead town has a Christmas parade, how wild is that?) And in June they also hold an all school reunion in nearby Miami, Oklahoma.
This shift in understanding isn’t well displayed in the photos I’ve chosen for this project because it’s a more recent revelation and I don’t feel I shot the parade well enough to include too much without losing some of the cohesion of the essay in other aspects.
The reality is this town is more like a relative in a nursing home that the whole family loves and that they come to visit as often as they can. I want to try and show that moving forward with this project outside of class. To do so I may need to move away from the style developed for this part of the essay.
That being said I still want this to be a conservation story so I need to figure out how to continue to tell it as such while moving more towards the people of Picher and their relationship to the town.
Anyway, here are the photos. It’s 15, not 12, because I’m bad at editing and can’t figure out what to edit down.
Looking north from the ghost town of Douthat, Oklahoma along Tar Creek a chat pile rises like a mountain from the ghost town of Picher, Oklahoma. Tar Creek runs between the former towns of Picher and Cardin, Oklahoma. The EPA superfund site in the area gets its name from the creek. Water is everywhere around Picher and the surrounding area. When the mines were abandoned in the 1970s the miners turned off the water pumps and old tunnels were flooded. The acidic and contaminated water found its way into the local aquifer.
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A tiny, unnamed creek flows out from an old mining site near the ghost towns of Picher, Cardin and Douthat in Oklahoma. The orange color on the plants is from oxidized metals which are in the water. The water itself is also orange and acidic from mine waste. This tiny creek flows into Tar Creek. Eventually Tar Creek flows into the Neosho River and from there into the Grand Lake OÕ The Cherokee.
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Piles of chat arenÕt ever very far out of sight in Picher. The piles are leftover mining waste from PicherÕs past. On windy days the contaminated dust, gravel and grit gets blown all over town. When people lived there people played on and around the chat piles all the time. And, when people lived there, high levels of lead were found in the blood of children. Higher than average rates of miscarriages were reported in women in the area too.
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Power lines jut out of the ground all over Picher. Evidence of the town that once was. Mary Ann Heck and her brother Jon Douthitt told me when they were kids they would climb all over the chat piles in town and played ball on the dried remains of a slag pond.
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Tom Houston poses for a portrait. Houston told me IÕd never find another group of people that loved their town the way PicherÕs former residents still love the town.
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PicherÕs annual Christmas parade was like Torn HoustonÕs words made manifest. The whole event felt more like a family reunion. People ran into the middle of the parade to hug people on floats and or shouted across the road at their long ago neighbors. ÒWhen they make a lake they move the whole town together to a new location. ThatÕs what they should have done to Picher,Ó Mary Ann Heck (not pictured) told me.
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Most of the time, though, Picher is relatively empty. Very few houses survived the 2008 tornado and many that did were torn down. Still, some remain standing and the Quapaw Marshalls sometimes use those still left for training.
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The old mines still serve as a place of business too. The mines may have shut down in the 1970s but the chat produced by the mines is still used for construction projects Ñ mostly in concrete IÕm told.
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Birds in the sky over Picher. ÒWhen we were offered the buyouts many people felt like they had to take it,Ó Sherri Mills told me. ÒPeople felt like if they didnÕt take it the government would say Ôwell itÕs Indian landÕ and theyÕd be forced out anyway. Better to take what little we could get than start over with nothing.Ó
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At one point Picher reportedly had two hospitals and over a dozen bars. At its height the town was home to over 20,000 people. Pictured here is all that remains of the baseball diamond and concession stand near the Picher-Cardin high school.
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A mason jar full of pickled peppers.
On May 10, 2008 Picher was struck by an EF4 tornado. At least 4 people were killed in the Tornado. A few of these jars full of different vegetables lay on the ground on the site of one of the homes destroyed by the tornado.
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Two dogs decide to do a heckinÕ crime and trespass.
Even after nearly everyone left town life still continues in some form or fashion. As far as I know these two dogs were strays, neither had a collar on Ñ though both were pretty friendly and didnÕt look malnourished. I havenÕt seen them since this encounter.
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The Picher Christmas parade welcomes anyone who wants to participate. In this case some horse back riders walked the short distance from the school to the old 4-way stop near the edge of town.
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The gorilla and the high school are still very important to the previous residents of Picher. During the summer they have an all school reunion at the college located not far down the road in Miami, Oklahoma. The organizers of the all school reunion are also working to gather funds for a more permanent monument to the town they so love.
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A shrine to Luaria Bible and Ashley Freeman sits at the site of the house police suspect the two were held at before being murdered. The girls went missing in 1999 and were 16 years old.In April 2018 a man named Ronnie Busick was charged with the murder of the two girls. Two other men are suspected of being involved but are now dead.
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Spent the weekend in Picher. Didn’t see any people but got some interesting photos and maybe came up with a visual theme to try and tie everything together.
The fun thing about CPOY and POY is being reminded just how subjective what we do actually is. I often find myself disagreeing with the judges on what should or shouldn’t win an award. I think the category where I disagreed with them the most was domestic picture story — but you already know that and we don’t need to get into that here so I’ll talk about documentary instead.
I was surprised with the judges decision in the documentary category. I was certain that Maranie’s story about Kaylee was going to win. I really wanted it to win. It feels so rare that we get a cancer story, especially one involving a kid, where the kid is still living, where there’s at least a semi-happy ending.
I also was a bit surprised with the actual winner of gold because it didn’t seem to me as strong. It was beautifully shot but it feels more like an interpretive project than a documentary project. I know there can be some overlap there but it just didn’t feel like it was gold material for that category.
All week I felt like Adriana and I were on the same page when it came to certain things and I think this was the round that really solidified that for me as well. When what eventually became the bronze project was originally outed she gasped and said something like “really?!” or “come on!” and that was my immediate reaction as well.
What’s even more interesting to me is that my opinion on that piece changed as the judges talked about it more though. I went from thinking it was at least a contender for silver to thinking it maybe only deserved an award of excellence. The whole project is a lot of beautiful photos, but Scott kept saying something to the effect that they were pretty photos but not a lot of action. The more I looked at it they seemed to be a collection of documentary images but I don’t feel that the images did much when placed in a group — which is to say their meaning wasn’t altered by the edit.
So far I’ve only gone to Picher once but I’m planning going back this weekend assuming I can get all the homework I need to get done done before Friday. I met a very nice police officer there and need to give him a call back today or tomorrow too.
It seems right now I’m drawn to essays about rivers. This one is about the Yellow River in China. The photographer says he was inspired by a Chinese novel — and this is the second time today that I have heard a photographer say something about novels or fiction being some of the best inspiration for photographic projects (the other was Joe Johnson, and he was talking about art projects but there’s similarities there with the essay.)
Our talk in class has lead me to believe I ought to start my Big River essay over. Dennis Dimick also gave me a lot of good advice during mpw.71. I don’t know if I’ll do that or not, but I feel like I’ve approached the essay all wrong up until this point.
I also think I’m beginning to feel myself become more attracted to essays than photo stories. Before I didn’t fully understand the essay — I’m just more literal and essays feel a lot more abstract to me — but as I’m getting to know them and how they’re made I find myself wanting to explore this form of story telling.
Fred Weaver practices oriental medicine in Kansas City, Kansas and Columbia, Missouri. Weaver has devoted his life to healing people the best way he knows how — food, acupuncture, movement.
“Americans change their clothes with every season but they eat the same foods,” Weaver said. “Now does that make sense?”
A major part of Weaver’s treatment plans involve changing people’s diets. Certain foods are detrimental to a patient’s health during certain parts of the year. A food that may be good for you in the summer is bad for you in the winter. A lot of it has to do with energies of the internal organs.
And what western medicine can’t solve Weaver likes to say he can. He often tells the story of his wife who western doctors said had an irreparable heart valve. After about a year of personalized treatments with hand rolled herbal pills “she grew a new valve,” he said.
But soon Weaver will retire. He’s no longer accepting new patients and has bought a house in Columbia after years of being based in Kansas City, Kansas. Soon, Weaver’s apprentice will take over completely.
Fred WeaverÕs office is decorated in Native American and Western motifs. He practices oriental medicine in and teaches martial arts in Kansas City, Kansas. Weaver got his start when he was a kid helping his grandmother with ÒScotch-IrishÓ traditional medicine. ÒI studied with her directly from age of 8 to 15,Ó Weaver said.
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ÒDrive My CarÓ plays on a loop in Fred WeaverÕs house on September 14, 2019 in Columbia. Weaver is a mixture of Eastern and Western. ÒI couldnÕt find what I was looking for in Western thought,Ó Weaver said. ÒI love Taylor SwiftÕs music,Ó Weaver later said.
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Kenny Green hands Fred Weaver a photo from their time as Ju Jitsu students on September 14, 2019 at WeaverÕs home in Columbia. Weaver and Green have known each other since the 70s and got their blackbelts in the martial art together. ÒGoing to those classes was like being in a film,Ó Weaver said.
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Among his friends and colleagues Fred Weaver is, in part, known for his colorful clothing Ñ his bright shoes, his rings, his cowboy hat all define WeaverÕs personal style Ñ but his personal philosophy skew East. ÒAmericans change their clothes with every season but they eat the same food,Ó Weaver said. ÒNow does that make sense?Ó
Fred Weaver walks down the stairs in his oriental medicine clinic in Kansas City, Kansas. Each of the rooms where Weaver practices is a different color and each color represents a different organ which governs a different part of the body. ÒThe kidney rules the anus,Ó Weaver said.
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Critique
This was a rough assignment for me. I asked around 6 people before finally finding someone that would let me photograph them. Two told me they’d let me photograph them in a couple weeks, and another told me they’d call me but never actually called. Finally, Fred Weaver agreed to let me photograph him on Saturday before the project was due. But both shoots were kind of a disaster.
My first shoot was mostly just him sitting and talking to his friend and reminiscing about their time in ju jitsu class together. It was interesting to listen to but that shoot turned in to mostly details shots.
Then Fred invited me to Kansas City to photograph him at his clinic where he was going to treat patients and do some other work. However, when I arrived he said “oh, I forgot to tell you, we aren’t doing anything today because we’re getting new windows put in at our house.”
So there’s no story, and very little variation in points of view in this submission.
I’m supposed to go to his home on Thursday when he does acupuncture on a patient.
On a personal level I’m feeling kind of discouraged after this first attempt. I have struggled so much with finding a story and I just feel like I’m having trouble connecting with people again — like its kind of me as a person who repels people. In addition, I don’t feel confident in my shooting for this assignment at all, or really anything else I’ve shot this semester. As Zhihan would say “I don’t have the spirit of photography” right now.
Everyone should check out Zhihan’s Sweet Springs project “Past, Present and Future.” I promise I’m not biased when I say I was wowed when she first showed me this and I still love it.
There are a few reasons for this: first I think her visuals and sound is superb. I always forget about audio no matter how many times I remind myself (sorry to my teammates for the upcoming project.) She shoots video like a photographer but doesn’t linger too long on any one thing and some of its b-roll I see and think: “I wouldn’t have thought to shoot it like that.”
Really though the most impressive thing about these videos and Kris’ words are the impact they’ve had on the community. Zhihan can’t go anywhere in Sweet Springs without someone telling her they’ve seen her video and how much it means to them. And the people of the town have really welcomed her in despite small towns sometimes being very insular communities.
I really enjoy Terra’s work documenting life in the Ozarks. Most of her work is simple stories and fit in with this assignment. I particularly like this one because of the different angles and points of view — fits with our next assignment. The story follows a simple timeline and shows from the beginning to the end of the sheep sheering.
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