FAMILY SESSION: E-I-E-I-Oh my goodness this was so fun!
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I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I drove out to their farm.
I had heard it was beautiful (from her sister's family session earlier in the week)
I didn't realize the acreage or the fact that they had a wheat field.
It's moments like these that my brain goes into over-time and I'm bombarded with ideas as they crash into my mind and I'm simultaneously trying to determine what is possible with the angles of the sun and the surroundings. It's also at moments like these that I think I might like to invest in a drone!
Their beautiful renovated family farm home stands like a beautiful sanctuary, welcoming anyone along the long path to their front door...surrounded by the chicken house, barn and silos to make the "compound" complete.
Turns out we have some "Cedarville" connections and a love for FAMILY!
We could not have asked for a more beautiful evening and I loved listening to the history and beginnings of their homestead. It makes me think of the early days of our America, when families started out and then through the generations, land was passed down...each remaking it their own, but the foundation is still the same...the legacies and the heart are what stay intact...it's not about the wood or paint or picket fences...but, I think I am beginning to understand this love for the land...for the stories it holds...that undercurrent that ties the years together in the timeline.
If I was mesmerized by the barn and all things "farming" then I was absolutely blown away when we drove over to the wheat field. They were such good sports as I directed them out into the waist high pasture. Fortunately, we weren't met by any snakes (as I've been warned about such things now) However, for some reason, it appears that wheat fields induce nosebleeds in yours truly, but we didn't let it stop us! Kleenex in one hand and camera in the other, I got to climb up on tractors and sift my way through the rows of wheat.
I grew up in a subdivision. We knew who lived in each home along the street and all the kids met at specific corners for the bus stop on school mornings...There is something quite magical, however, about living out in the middle of fields...where family, siblings, and the animals are the closest "neighbors" you have...I think you are forced (although that seems like a negative word) to appreciate the natural and little things...you are confronted, on a daily basis, with the simplicity and yet majestic things of God's creation.
I can't wait to deliver their gallery of images...it's a unique one to be sure!
Their beautiful renovated family farm home stands like a beautiful sanctuary, welcoming anyone along the long path to their front door...surrounded by the chicken house, barn and silos to make the "compound" complete.
Turns out we have some "Cedarville" connections and a love for FAMILY!
We could not have asked for a more beautiful evening and I loved listening to the history and beginnings of their homestead. It makes me think of the early days of our America, when families started out and then through the generations, land was passed down...each remaking it their own, but the foundation is still the same...the legacies and the heart are what stay intact...it's not about the wood or paint or picket fences...but, I think I am beginning to understand this love for the land...for the stories it holds...that undercurrent that ties the years together in the timeline.
If I was mesmerized by the barn and all things "farming" then I was absolutely blown away when we drove over to the wheat field. They were such good sports as I directed them out into the waist high pasture. Fortunately, we weren't met by any snakes (as I've been warned about such things now) However, for some reason, it appears that wheat fields induce nosebleeds in yours truly, but we didn't let it stop us! Kleenex in one hand and camera in the other, I got to climb up on tractors and sift my way through the rows of wheat.
I grew up in a subdivision. We knew who lived in each home along the street and all the kids met at specific corners for the bus stop on school mornings...There is something quite magical, however, about living out in the middle of fields...where family, siblings, and the animals are the closest "neighbors" you have...I think you are forced (although that seems like a negative word) to appreciate the natural and little things...you are confronted, on a daily basis, with the simplicity and yet majestic things of God's creation.
I can't wait to deliver their gallery of images...it's a unique one to be sure!
Gorgeous! The location is dreamy, the family is beautiful and your photography captures it all! Outstanding!