Yesterday I met Mr. Withers. I had knocked on his door to ask if I (and another photographer)could use his farm as a backdrop for our photo shoot the next day. He said we were not the first to ask and that we were more than welcome on his property.
Today, when I checked in, his wife answered the door and was just as delighted to have us on the property. Later on Mr. Withers came out to check on us and then asked if I would make some prints of the shoot for him. I was tickled that he asked. So I took it a step further... and I was even happier when he obliged to let me take a couple photos of him. I took a headshot and a shot of him in front of one of the hay silos. Then as he was relaying the story of him as a first grader dealing with the great depression in 1934, I noticed his hands. Hands that worked a farm for 62 years. He let me take a few photos. This one is my fave.