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The sun seems like a dream. Can it be? Spring? Today the clouds come in and rain is back but three glorious days of sun have returned our hope for good days full of fun and suppers made late because we were having too much fun outside.

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Shooting a local father-daughter dance yesterday for the local paper. Girl got some lift and a Star Wars dress. Awesome. Ran across a gym to get this shot. Wish I had been a bit further back because she almost jumped out of my frame but worth it. #shamoftheperfect #fatherdaughterdance

Farming and print journalism - when Scott Walrath, a local farmer, said farmers are stupidly in love with farming, I totally got it, maybe more than others who aren’t farmers would. For a long time I was in love with print journalism and now it, and farming, are two dying ways of life. I say ways of life because that is what both are. They are not occupations. They are something you live and breathe and that runs in your blood, dark like the ink in a press. . In farming there is never a day off, always a cow to help birth or equipment to fix, or fields to work. In print journalism my brain was always working and thinking of the next story. Even if I was not at the office I seemed to always have my ears open to a tip or a feature story idea. Every person I met or place I visited had the potential of a news story or art for the front page. Art, in newspaper lingo, is essentially a main photo to anchor the front page and grab the readers attention so hopefully they will buy the paper. (1/2)

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