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. |
