During mother’s day we made a trip out to Winterset to capture something close to my heart. We were asked to come out and do some portraits of my family. Specifically, my mother’s side. During and after the photographs I was reminded how fast time slips by. Family is really important to us and these past few years have been a little rough. We’ve lost some loved ones. My grandfather was the most recent to pass. Earlier was my uncle Tom. Both are terribly missed.
I often revisit memories of my childhood and walking in the front door of my grandparent’s house when they lived in Adel. Grandpa would have his green coffee cup in hand and tell you stories of his past about his life as a painter, as a musician, and as a father. I really loved those stories. They usually got me laughing as he’d sprinkle in a few colorful words and get my grandmother worked up. It was all in good fun and always ended with laughter. I can still see his smile.
Then there was my uncle Tom. Any time you were with him he was going to give you the latest run down of what was going on in the NFL. A Dallas cowboy fan at heart. And he loved people. When family was around he’d light up and sometimes join my grandfather with his snare drum while the guitar was playing. The Lord felt his time here was done and he left us early in his life.
My Grandfather and Uncle are missing in these photographs, but they are always on our hearts and minds. Thanks to all for showing up and I hope you enjoy!
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