God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours". So God made a farmer.
- Paul Harvey.
And that farmer could very well have been Dale. This man was kind enough to show us around his farm, tell us stories of how four generations of his family farmed this land for wheat and barley, and even kind enough to post for a portrait. It was pretty wonderful watching the smile on his face grow and grow as he told us tales of his boyhood growing up on the farm with his family.
Connections like this one I truly enjoy. My camera is often times assisting me on my direction through my journey in this world, and in some cases it is to meet people who are only too happy to meet you back, and tell you their story - if for no other reason than to just smile at the memories of our lives. Through photography, myself and other photographers have the chance to share that connection, like this image today on this blog, and the image in Dale's hand, a portrait of him given to him by my friend and fellow photographer Mark.
This is one reason why I love photography -- it's a medium which constantly gives and shares and asks nothing in return.