In last night's post I showed you pictures of my photo-taking hubby in action. Here's what was on the other side of his lens. 
Grant is such a little ham bone. He will almost always pose for a picture. Usually. Well, if he's not tired and feeling contrary. 
Max is a really good artist. I can see that popping through in his photography. 
He had a lot of fun taking pictures in antique row. When our family first purchased the ranch, there was junk all over by the pens. I can remember an old school bus down there. I kind of wish we had held on to that. I'm sure the kids would have had fun playing in it. A larger part of me is grateful that my father-in-law, Jerry, ordered the majority of the "treasures" loaded up and hauled off. Sometimes less is more.
There are a few oldies that made the cut as acceptable antiques. 
With Max on working restrictions, he is now my number one assistant with the camera. It was no longer necessary for me to brave the wind and cold in pursuit of the next, greatest story. I had Max on the job. Here he caught our ranch manager filling up the cake wagon with tasty cow treats. 
When the bovines see that wagon, they come a runnin'! Sadly, the lens was not attached properly so my assistant couldn't take the shot of the herd appearing--the camera would not let him take any. Don't worry though, he has now been trained what to do if that ever happens again.
Grant is such a little ham bone. He will almost always pose for a picture. Usually. Well, if he's not tired and feeling contrary. Max is a really good artist. I can see that popping through in his photography. 
He had a lot of fun taking pictures in antique row. When our family first purchased the ranch, there was junk all over by the pens. I can remember an old school bus down there. I kind of wish we had held on to that. I'm sure the kids would have had fun playing in it. A larger part of me is grateful that my father-in-law, Jerry, ordered the majority of the "treasures" loaded up and hauled off. Sometimes less is more. 
There are a few oldies that made the cut as acceptable antiques. With Max on working restrictions, he is now my number one assistant with the camera. It was no longer necessary for me to brave the wind and cold in pursuit of the next, greatest story. I had Max on the job. Here he caught our ranch manager filling up the cake wagon with tasty cow treats. When the bovines see that wagon, they come a runnin'! Sadly, the lens was not attached properly so my assistant couldn't take the shot of the herd appearing--the camera would not let him take any. Don't worry though, he has now been trained what to do if that ever happens again. Here was his artistic side shining through. It took him no time at all to learn how to use the different focusing points. Sharp dude, that Max. 
This picture of our Brooke speaks to me. Maybe it's the orange hat, maybe it's her watching her grandfather. I just really like it.
I threw this picture in to drive my mother crazy. (Hi Mom!) She is not a fan of our children messing with the cow meds. She can't say much to me on this one. This is my niece and our friend's daughter in action. I am not the boss of them, and either is my mom.
Max saw the picture below and told me he didn't think it was anything special. (From a photography stand point--the girls are mighty special.) I put it in here because I thought it was sweet. That's Claire, our six year old, on the left and Nicole, our friend from Boston, on the right.
Grant is becoming quite the working man closing gates. I just love him in his redneck Lightning McQueen hat. (Misha, what a gift!)
Max, not too shabby for a being the new kid on the block. 
This picture of our Brooke speaks to me. Maybe it's the orange hat, maybe it's her watching her grandfather. I just really like it.
I threw this picture in to drive my mother crazy. (Hi Mom!) She is not a fan of our children messing with the cow meds. She can't say much to me on this one. This is my niece and our friend's daughter in action. I am not the boss of them, and either is my mom.
Max saw the picture below and told me he didn't think it was anything special. (From a photography stand point--the girls are mighty special.) I put it in here because I thought it was sweet. That's Claire, our six year old, on the left and Nicole, our friend from Boston, on the right.
Grant is becoming quite the working man closing gates. I just love him in his redneck Lightning McQueen hat. (Misha, what a gift!) 
Max, not too shabby for a being the new kid on the block. Keep up the good work. I just might keep you around.
