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"My name is John
Glover, and I was born in central Illinois
where I lived on a farm. As far back as I
can remember, there was no such thing as
having two idol hands on the farm. There was
always something to be done. The family farm
included chickens, pigs, a dairy herd, and
380 acres of cultivated land that grew
wheat, alfalfa, corn, and soybean, whatever
my father thought would be the money crop
that season or year. It was like forecasting
the weather; sometimes you got it right, and
sometimes you didn't.
As a kid, to my present age of 66, I have
always enjoyed the outdoors far more than
being inside. Inside is defined by walls,
hallways, and doors, among other things. We
get so used to the inside part of our lives
that we can pretty much walk it blindfolded.
We know a chair is here, a table there, a
picture over there, and so on. The outside
seems to have no end except for as far as
the eye can see. In between that far
distance and where we stand, is an abundance
of things that we sometimes don't notice.
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These things
that I refer to can either be a brightly
colored leaf caught in an eddy pool, a
captivating sunrise or sunset, looking over
the tops of the Blue Ridge Mountains,
watching the waters of a stream cascading
down the bed that was cut thousands of years
ago, or it could be a hillside covered in
spring wild flowers. Inside was made by man,
outside by God. Outside is a gift, a gift
that has been given to each and everyone of
us. It is our job to take care of what we
have been given, but before some of us are
willing to take care of what we have been
given, we must gain an appreciation for it.
This is what I hope my photography does for
some people. If my work gets you to start
noticing what is in your outside world, be
it flowers, birds, an old barn with
character, then I have helped in doing my
part of caring for our home.
I really hope that my pictures give you some
amount of happiness that will make your day
seem a bit brighter."
John H Glover |
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