I've been thinking a lot about beginnings and endings lately.
How new phases can bring grief and resistance, but also growth and reflection.
2022 is my dad's last year of farming. After several decades of doing what he loves, he's finally taking a step back.
I didn't realize how much his life work has affected my sense of home.
A yard without the trickle of junky farm equipment, or fields without him blazing down them aren't the yard or fields I know.
So, maybe in anticipation of this final year, I began capturing photos of my parents and the farm during spring seeding in 2015.
Here are some of my favourites from the past 7 years—how I want to remember it best.
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