Christmas Joy

I took just a few photos over the Christmas holiday festivities - the wrapping of gifts, the opening of them, holiday lights, friends and family enjoying each other's company - but this is definitely one of my favorites from the holiday.

As we sat at our dining room table ready to start our Christmas breakfast, my wife brought out a pan of cinnamon rolls. As she set it on the table, my son looked up from his plate and the huge pan and stared at it with the wide-eyed joy of a three year old about to get a sugar fix. So I grabbed my iPhone as it was the closest camera to me and I really wanted to capture this moment. Here it is.

Hope you all had some of that wide-eyed joy this year.

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The Gloves

The bulk of my photography business is wedding photography, especially in the summer and fall - and I love it. To have a front row seat as the story of a couple's wedding day unfolds and to be asked to tell that story is truly an honor. But every so often I get to tell a completely different kind of story.

When Julie asked me to take a drive away from Rockford, out towards City to wander and photograph her family farm, I leapt at the chance. You see, when I first picked up a camera, long before I had an inkling that it would be my profession, it was exactly that type of thing that I would spend weekends doing...exploring, seeing what I could find, and photographing it.

As I explored the farm, we went to the cellar to photograph some artwork. It was there that I saw a pair of weathered old boxing gloves, hanging on a rusty nail. I found out from Julie that they had belong to her father, and had been hanging on that nail for over four decades.

Here they are.

I'll be posting more from this old farm as the winter progresses. But I thought these gloves deserved their own post.

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