Everyone has a story
Saturday I took the scenic route home from a photo session. I took the back, country roads that led me by several farms.
Every time I take that route the voice in my head says, “I wish I had my camera, these animals are beautiful”… and today I did.
I stopped by a farm where I saw a man out front. I asked him if he minded if I snapped a few photos of his cows, and that I was a photographer. He told me to go ahead, said he had some goats too if I wanted shots of them. I told him I might take him up on that offer.
So I crossed the one lane, gravel road to the cows in the pasture. They seemed just as interested in me as I was in them. They all swarmed to the metal, rusty fence. I talked to the cows… “well hello there… “ and snapped some photos here and there. Got some great shots. Thought to myself how I wanted to frame one for my Grandma (she loves cows).
I walked back up the lane to the farmer and was greeted by his dog. She looked like a polar bear. He told me she was harmless and she sniffed me and licked my hand.
He pointed to the left to another pasture where his goats were. He started to laugh and told me, “People think goats eat everything… but they don’t! Look at all that grass in there!” Then he said, mine are real funny too… see that tire swing? I catch them swinging on it every now and then.”
A goat swinging on a tire swing? I had to see this.
He told me he’s always trying to get a photo of it, but hasn’t had much luck. Then he decided he was going to try to get his goats to play on the tire swing for me.
I was about to tell him don’t worry about it, but he was determined. I think so I would believe him. I watched him carry a baby goat to the tire swing while the rest followed.
And wouldn’t you know it… I saw a goat jump onto a tire swing, and swing back and forth before jumping off.
Of course I didn’t have my camera up to my face because I was too stunned by what I just saw with my own two eyes without looking through a lens.
I laughed so hard, and he laughed too. I shook his hand and told him my name and he told me his. I thanked him for letting me shoot his cows and showing me his goats. We exchanged a few words about living in the country, raising animals and soon I was on my way home.
Now every time I drive by that farm I will have a story to tell. A unique story about the goats that live there and how I saw it with my own two eyes. How I met the farmer. A piece of his story is now mine.
I’m so glad I stopped today, that I took a chance with a stranger and I’m so glad he decided to share with me. That he actually took time out of his day to show a complete stranger a piece of his story, a story that I can carry with me.