In the early 90's, I took a photo trip to the mountains looking for burly tobacco. I met a farmer, Mr. Reese, and after talking for an hour in the field, I made a new friend and contact. He directed me to this field. Tobacco is no longer done this way in the mountains as Mexico has taken over the market. I have kept our friendship alive with several visits and it has paid off as Mr. Reese's generational farm has a great private view. I always give Mr. Reese a photo of my experience whenever he allows me to walk to the top of his mountain. I made a canvas of this image for Mr. Reese.
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