When people come to stay at my house, if there is time, they usually have to sit for a portrait. The reasoning is pretty simple; I always need to practice and I feel everyone needs a good classic portrait of themselves. So here is my father wearing my coat, hat and scarf even though it’s warm here in California. I thought he kind of looked like a mafia don and even though that’s not his personality, it made for the kind of photo of him that I hadn’t seen before.
This is part of the farm my father-in-law grew up on. I was in town for a wedding and was able to wander around as a storm moved in. The shot is hand-held but really could have used the steadiness of a tripod.