My in-laws live on a farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. They raise cattle for beef and grow food on the land to feed them.
Every time we visit in the summer, I like to check out the cows. I don’t care what my hubby says – they are so cute. They currently have a little brown cow and I instantly fell in love with him. I’m trying to mentally erase the fact he might be on my dinner plate a few months from now.
And how cute is this moment?
Anticipating my fancy-schmancy DSLR due to arrive this week, I decided to walk around and snap some shots while the sun was setting for some photo inspiration.
I ended up checking out the various tractors in the barn and was asking my mother-in-law about them and how old they were. We came to an old John Deere from the early 1900’s and she started telling me about it. The tractor was the one Jason’s grandpa, Urban, grew-up with. He passed away a few years ago, but we always know he is with us on the farm.
Urban was the kind of man that was meticulous about his farm. Long after he moved to town, he’d drive by the land every day to check the crops and help out where he could. As he aged, he grew frustrated when his body wouldn’t allow for the laborious work that is farming. His world really crashed when he could no longer drive the tractor, one of which was the old John Deere, which is still used today (how’s that for quality?!). He went to church every week, didn’t ever travel, loved his wife unconditionally and never turned down a whiskey and 7-Up. He is the kind of man I feel blessed to have gotten to know a bit.
I loved the way the old tractor looked and started snapping photos. This is what I got…
I have 5 more photos almost identical to this. I just couldn’t stop shooting. This is not my finger. There was not a single beam of light coming through. We were in the back of a dark barn with no windows. I’ve seen photos with dust particles. This is not one of them. And I don’t think a lightening bug could do this x7.
Regardless of your beliefs, we know the truth: it’s Urban, in angel form, protecting the farm he loved for so many years.