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.
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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