Baling hay and straw was my job on the farm and I do miss the dust, sweat and scratch of the alfalfa and straw. Last summer photographer Greg Baker from Baker Studios spent a day with my dad and brother at my grandparents’ farm. This particular hayfield is the one in which my Grandpa Ray kicked me off the tractor because I couldn’t drive the baler straight. That was the day I started stacking bales and never quit.
Seeing a mundane farm task through the eyes of someone else is interesting. Seeing your parent in pictures, just doing what you’ve always known him to do . . . well . . . that’s my dad, folks. That’s my dad.
(And my “little” brother pictured at the end of the slideshow. He is the next generation to take on farming. I couldn’t be a prouder farmer’s daughter or farmer’s sister.)