Pursuing pictures prompts photo project

I get distracted.

For instance, while looking for an appropriate file photo the other day I got immersed in reviewing pictures I’d taken over the past few years. It’s like going through that old shoebox of photos at your mother’s house. You’ve seen them all a hundred times but as soon as you take the top off the box you know you’re not going to move for the next hour or so.

You get mesmerized by those old, faded, yellowing black and white photos of uncles, aunts and folks you know you’re probably related to but can’t exactly figure out how. And there’s old Dixie, the best rabbit dog you ever owned. And what did grandpa ever do with that old Cadillac—the one with tail fins high enough to get it airborne?

And why did my mother ever make me wear that sailor suit? What was she thinking? And my brothers sure did look goofy when they were little. Well that hasn’t changed all that much.

Anyway, you know how absorbed you can get riffling through boxes of pictures and old photo albums. That’s what happened. Except my old boxes are computer folders, stored on an external hard drive and some on discs. I have dozens of folders, some of which include duplicates of pictures from folders right next to them and some with photos that I have no clue as to when they were taken, where the subjects were or why I shot them in the first place. These are my shoe boxes.

Some folders, fortunately, are more organized—year, month, date, subject matter. One of these days I’m going to go through every folder and organize it so all I have to do to find a cotton picture I shot in 2009 is go to a specific folder and there it will be. Piece of cake.

And my mother has said for years that one of these days she’s going to go through all those shoe boxes and put all those old pictures into albums. It could happen.

Anyway—as my aunt used to say as she tried to get back on subject after going off on one tangent or another—while going through my photo files I found some pictures that thought I might like to use again, some of my favorite scenes of the last few years—cotton harvest shot from a helicopter, farm kids, sunrises, crops in bloom, wheat ready for the combine and faces that tell their own stories.

I had an idea. A friend had recently emailed me a photo/video presentation—you know, amazing pictures with background music to add some drama—and I thought maybe we could feature some of these Southwest rural scenes in something like that.

I checked with Logan Hawkes, the talented guy who produces our High Cotton and Peanut Profitability Award videos, and we started collecting, arranging, culling and reworking the photos in some semblance of order and found some appropriate music.

We’re posting it on our website and hope you enjoy the scenery as much as we did—when we first took the photos and again when we rediscovered them in our computerized shoe boxes.

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