Snapshot of a family portrait on my wall. The original photograph was created by my Great Great Grandfather. He was a blacksmith in Russia, and then in Johnstown Colorado -- after loading his family into a Cattle-boat headed for the Statue of Liberty.
There's so much symbolism in this photo. The piled snow, the small cold hands in pockets -- the bare skin and defiant eyes that seem to say: "Cold? We survived the Russian Revolution with nothing but a wheelbarrow full of tools and the clothes on our backs. We SURVIVED.... and intend to keep on doing so... it's a Tradition."