



This is for a story I am working on that morphed out of a Post assignment I shot two weeks ago. I posted a couple frames of the farmer photos a few posts ago. Anyways, I've been hitting brick walls and I'm pretty sure I've overstayed my welcome. The family tells me that a OU photo student called them last winter (picture story class?) and told them, "I have to do a story on a farmer and a doctor for class, can I shoot you." . . . now, thanks to that, they think I'm just doing my homework when I take pictures of them, but I really feel the story within their family and their farm and am interested in showing their lives.
No story, just a grouping of pretty pictures.
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