I’ve been photographing this little boy since he was a newborn. Every year I look forward to seeing how much he’s changed and grown. I mean, my goodness, look at that beautiful red hair. Could he possibly get any cuter? This year his mom asked me if I’d be up for doing the photos with her parents at the ranch and wheat farm she grew up on. Are you kidding me? Yes to millionth degree!
The farmhouse is nestled in the hills near Pendleton, Ore. After a lovely drive down there, I arrived to find a beautiful old red barn and the grandfather saddling up a horse under the awning of a wooden grain elevator. Oh my! This was going to be good.
The place was amazing, and frankly these images are only the tip of the iceberg. I could have gone on and on; however, a two-year-old only has the patience for so many photos. But hey, at least that leaves me with plenty of places to photograph in the future.
It was such a pleasure, too, photographing the grandparents. From the top of his Stetson down to his silver rodeo belt buckle, and starched Wranglers, the grandfather was a true cowboy through and through. And his wife was such a lady. They met in College in California. He was there for the rodeo team, and she was a young debutante. It looks like he was pretty good at roping because the rest, as they say, is history. It was such an honor documenting three generations on their family farm.