They put it there for field decor. A tornado dropped it there. It was a play house for the Anderson kids years ago. We had to get the squatters out of the barn so we bought an old electric car. However the story line begins the reasoning always is flawed to some degree and I am left wondering how the “No Parking Fuss” bus came to find its final resting place in a grass field near Richfield.
Ruff. Bark. Rough bark.
We can’t be exactly sure what this is, or, who for that matter left it here. We’re assuming it belongs to an ancient civilization whose specific means of survival was based on fiat currency exchange gained through manufacturing or other laborious tasks which were eventually outsourced to an unidentified global location.
Only confusion seems to suffice these days.
What would a wine tasting and 3-6-5 showing be without a little spilled wine and broken glass? It wouldn’t be a party. Thanks to everyone who came to the Sips n Shots event. It was a great success and we can’t wait to do another event at the end of the project.
The subdued colors of the season.
It’s a lost time of year. A time in between times. We reel from the bounty of a harvest come and gone while waiting for the promises of winter. The anticipation of an imprisoning snowfall and the celebration of the yuletide season keeps the heart guessing when its wandering soul will settle down for its long winter nap.
Lots of things, lots of time, lots of lots. Lots of backlogged images to blog.
The Fellers are such a fantastic family to work with. It seems like just yesterday when we captured Kristin & Dan’s nuptials and first baby bump. A few years later the family welcomed it’s newest member, Harper. We are so proud to be this family’s selected photographer. Thanks so much to Kristin & Dan for taking us on this journey and allowing us to continue to capture these precious moments with you. It’s such an honor.
As life takes its course, seasons change, and we grow older, where do we remember life’s occurrence? Is it defined and cordoned off in the pens of instant recollection? Far too often we place limitations on our existence through memories kept only in the instant of extraordinary events and occasions. We fail to acknowledge the empty space of the now. A place where life is running consistently and constantly running its course.
