The Farmers Friend
Having come from Nebraska, I feel a connection to things agriculture related. When I was a kid, my dad worked as a farm hand for a man named Ronnie, then he decided to become a carpenter. He did carpentry for a couple years, then went back to work for Ronnie, where he is now. I had many opportunities to photograph all the different seasons of the ag business and the many sides of it and fell in love with it. Yes, my dad and I weren't fans of the GMOs and all that stuff, but there was a pureness in the hearts of men working on the field. Men who work in the fields and with cows have rough, calloused hands, famers tans all year long, and kind hearts.
Photo by Harlie Marie Photography