Ever since I was a kid, going to the ranch was my favorite thing. We’d drive out on the dirt roads past the town limits with plenty of mosquito repellant, Mountain Dew, and .22 shells. One of my favorite memories was one day when we stopped by the second-hand store in Antonito (we called it the Antonito Wal-mart) and bought a plaster bust of a girl wearing a pearl necklace. We placed it on a rock at the base of the volcanic hill on the north side of the ranch (called Little Indian Mountain because of the Ute Indians that used to live on it) and then shot it to smithereens. You can’t buy memories like that.
It was probably those experiences that started my current obsession with farmland. I love taking pictures of farms and country vistas. My wife and I went home to Manassa, Colorado, for Memorial Day Weekend and I had a wonderful opportunity to take pictures of farms to my heart’s content.