This is my father, Kevin, and my grandfather, Cleo, in middle-of-nowhere Alabama during the summer of 1957.

My dad was the oldest of three boys and I’m sure shenanigans like this happened all the time, especially with my grandfather at the helm.

I know things like this would probably have many mothers shaking their heads, but you have to know, it’s my grandmother who is taking the photo.

My dad helped me win a photography contest when I was in elementary school and sparked my love for the hobby (Don’t tell my teacher, Mrs. Sharpe, he took the photos). My dad also gave me my first camera, which is what I used to start a business that provides for my family now.

I love this photo for many reasons, but mostly just for the joyful and carefree moment it captures. The times have changed and my grandfather has since passed away, but I cherish these memories and I hope to continue documenting a legacy like this for my family one day.

Along with the images that I have saved, I also bear the middle name of these two men, Denver, and I wear it like a badge of honor.

~shared by @woonteague