Ever since I found my love of photography, I’ve wanted to create some portraits of my Grandpa. For myself and many others this farmer & preacher has been the living symbol of unconditional love and inspired wisdom. I find myself painfully inadequate to write about him – my words could never do justice (you’ll just have to meet him yourself). Of his character, I’ll simply say this: perpetually compassionate, ever faithful, a teacher, a worker, a pacifist, an optimist.
This photo was taken on our honeymoon almost 4 years ago (has it been that long?).
The Native American boy was performing a “hoop dance.” If I remember correctly he was eight years old, so he was dancing with eight hoops. He was weaving them all around his body, making shapes like a a butterfly. For the finale, he made them into a big sphere around himself, and then danced his way out, holding it triumphantly above his head. Fascinating!