This is my kid. I love him so. I honestly don’t know I ended up with such a compassionate child. He saw me meandering in circles and sadness and asked me to come outside…
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I hear the mudroom door open and close softly as I sit at my computer late in the evening. I know it is my boy coming through that door. I love that sound. I…
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This boy has my heart. We chatted on the way to church today about the good old days, when there was more time for dirt bike riding and exploring in the woods. This is…
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Today was an amazing day–snow, a house full of boys, chicken tortilla soup and sledding after dark all made it very special. In preparation for a our big snow, Johnny invited his friends…
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Dearest son of mine, Can you possibly know how deeply proud of you I am? It seems like yesterday that I watched your daddy clutch you tight in his arms for the first time.…
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It’s been a busy month to say the least. This time with Johnny and Gunsmoke was like a breath of fresh air. Every now and then I need to photograph my own. This is…
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When we bought this land in 1996, Johnny was barely 3. He was still part baby when he first tumbled out of our car onto the clay dirt that covers our farm, his brown…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 50 1.2L, 3.2 aperture, 1/400 shutter, 160 ISO The images in this post of Hudson and Aiden Fiddler, who came over with their daddy Brandon, to visit today. Brandon later…