For those of you who don't know my sweet and talented friend Tara Whitney, (and if you don't already, i'd be surprised), she's a really, really, gifted photographer in ways I will never know, nor do I ever even presume to aspire to know. I like good pics and all, but I'm not Tara. Still, it doesn't stop me from shooting away.
My in-laws live on a farm in Southern Minnesota, just outside of Faribault. And as I'm sure the Pioneer Woman would tell you, living on a farm, or even just having access to one makes taking pictures ever so much fun. I always bring my camera with me, and I always seem to take a lot of the same pictures.
At Easter, it usually involves Spring chickens.
Cole named this one Asher, and BEGGED me to let him bring one home.
Riiiiiiight. And I would say yes because everyone knows how cuddly and trainable chickens are? Next photos, please.
There's always stuff at the farm that looks good in photos. Like old farm equipment. And red barns and piles of junk.
I always wonder what photog types would do down here with all of the heartland muckyity muck.
Me? I followed One-Three outside at her insistence, to shoot a few.
Can you see the total awesomeness of red highlights in her hair?
How about now? Aw yeah. My mother is freaking out right about now. (Hey Mom!)
See, the reason I never ventured into photography is because with all the great props in the world, I never really know what to do with them. I think I'd just rather describe them than shoot them. Because I likes words so much.
Still, it's fun to get a sweet shot of a girl communing with nature.
Or just letting go of the teen-aged front for a shot or two.
I may not always be in focus or have the right exposure, but overcast days, farms and photos are a definite fit.