This photograph of my father is one of my very favorites; everything about it is special. This is the farm he grew up on, and became the farm I grew up on as well. This barn is where I learned to play basketball, built mazes out of alfalfa bales and played with baby kittens. Dad and I spent cold spring nights pulling calves and every Saturday morning I had to clean hog stalls in the east end while my friends slept in.

This photo was taken the day after Christmas, 1994. Jodi and I had just moved back to South Dakota so I could work at the Argus. I was helping him with chores the morning after the holiday, and when we were finishing up, the light appeared this way across the front of the barn. I asked him to wait as he passed through the gate, and this is what resulted.

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