Picking Favorites

I get asked quite often which photo of my son is my favorite. It's like asking which child I love the most, if I had more than one child of course. It's hard for me to pick a favorite. I love each and every one, because each and every one is of him. But if I absolutely had to pick one, it would be Rhubarb. I love the black and white tones of the image. The rhubarb, the bottom of his jacket and his peeking little face practically glow. While I love all of that, the main reason I love it is because it could be an image of me as a child, or my mom, or my grandma, or even my great grandma. We've all had rhubarb in our gardens.  I can remember helping my mom pick rhubarb when I was little, so I guess it boils down to nostalgia.

Rhubarb, 2012, Watson, Illinois, My son helping his grandma collect the rhubarb to make a pie.  He's standing in front of my dads barn, with my mom's Knock Out Rose and Fig Tree behind him.  Boy do him and I eat those figs up!

Rhubarb, 2012, Watson, Illinois,
My son helping his grandma collect the rhubarb to make a pie.  He's standing in front of my dads barn, with my mom's Knock Out Rose and Fig Tree behind him.  Boy do him and I eat those figs up!