Just before the sun was about to set I asked Isak if he wanted to go and find some deer and take pictures. I told him about this place where I’ve seen them hang out. “Sure,” he said, “but I want to take the pictures.” (Click on images to enlarge)
Here he is coming back. There is something about this shot I like. But its not the dust nor the impressive tractor. It’s the cool focus of the farmer, keeping his eyes forward, driving in a straight line. He knows exactly what he is doing. He probably tended this soil for a better part of his life. It struck me that I, and thousand with me, are enjoying the fruits of this man’s labors. When’s the last time I thanked my friendly neighborhood farmer? “Thanks friend!”
Mmmm… What a good life.