Rammell Granary

I drive highway 33 each weekend and love to see the light play across the undulating hillside. It reminds me of the palouse in eastern Washington/northern Idaho.

I have wanted to make a photograph that successfully portrays the spirit of this beautiful countryside. I am still trying to find that magical spot and hope I am their when the light is just right.

In the meantime, here is an image I made during this last Friday's trip home. The building are (still?) owned by the family I grew up across the street from. The parents are more like grandparents to me then my blood grandparents ever were. We would go over to their house every Sunday for banana splits, I'd mow their lawn and rake the leaves which paid for quite a few of my childhood purchases and in the fall we would go up to their farm to pick out our yearly supply of potatoes. Many of my childhood memories revolve around these wonderful people. They no longer own the farm but I think they kept some of the acreage near by, possibly the land pictured in this image. They still have their sign up on the entrance road. I plan on making a nice print of this image and sending it their way. I hope they are doing well. I haven't kept in touch as much since they moved to Utah to be closer to family as they get older.