Sometimes I'm handed wildly wonderful opportunities. And, this past weekend was one of those times. Our friends Joseph and Julie asked me to photograph their little family while they were in town. And, while I knew that Julie's parents lived on a farm, I had no idea of the story behind it or of the beauty I would find in it. We were welcomed warmly by Julie's parents, Jerry and Jan, who have farmed and cultivated the land as the four generations before them. Stepping onto their land was a gift. Seeing the home of Julie's grandparents, her childhood swing, the farming equipment of centuries past, the antler racks hanging in the barn, the blackbirds flying against the whitewashed barn, and the acres and acres of Oregon soil-- all of it was amazingly beautiful and so full of life, from the past and the present. I felt like a child in a candy shop, snatching up snippets of life and stuffing them into my camera as fast as my fingers would click. Here are a couple dozen catches (out of 350!) from this weekend. I hope you fall in love with the beauty of this place and the sweetness of this family.
I'm so thankful for the opportunity that I was given to photograph this sweet family. (Thank you Joseph, Julie, and boys!) This sweet family, who is moving here, to where we currently are, the very month that we move away! But we've promised to visit and to have their family visit us. Our boys had a marvelous time romping around the farm together and finding all the mud puddles and staring down Frank the combine (think Cars!), telling us all the while "I don't yike Frank!". (smile) Joseph has been such a kind friend to my husband over the last year and Julie and I always find ourselves trying to fit in a few more conversations before it's time to leave! I especially love this last picture of Joseph and Julie's boys sitting on the stoop of Julie's grandparents' home. (They have passed away, but their home remains on the property.) These adorable boys represent what will be the seventh generation to grow up on the family farm. What a beautiful thing to see and know.
Looking at farm land strikes a very patriotic chord in me. It makes me want to find the history-wrinkled veterans and thank them with hugs around their neck, or sing the national anthem and then cheer on a baseball team. It almost makes me want to eat a hotdog. So, here's my closing remarks on this year's Memorial Day-- hug a farmer! thank a veteran! pray for those serving us now! thank God for this beautiful land we call America!