Shades of khaki replace variations of green.
Category Archives: Personal
The Importance of Photos
The Nate Berkus Show recently spotlighted the importance of photos (as he regularly does:) and how much it can mean to us. Watch this video to literally see the emotion that fills this woman’s heart when revealed gorgeous images of her family. The importance of photos is simply invaluable. I know I may seem biased, being a photographer and all, but it’s true! Steven and I recently had our pictures taken with our pups and I couldn’t help but feel that same wave of emotions as I poured over the images. Capturing one’s family is truly a gift – one that we cherish and you will too;)
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I may have finally given into the pressure of acceptance. Like a slow moving virus defeating any last resistance in the body, the chill advances. The time for complaints and nostalgia for all things sunny and warm are over. There is a distressing serenity in surrender.
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Can’t say this one is a ‘Mach’-like composition, but I can say that “These go to eleven.” Happy 11/11/11.
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Take me away from the simple life. Complicate they every day with more bric-a-brac than even God knows what to do with.
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I guess it was coming. After all, with sunsets approaching four in the afternoon who didn’t see it coming.
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Another near miss on getting my pic of the day. Quick, get the camera and snap some mundane leaves on a rain soaked deck.
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The sign on the door reads “Vena Cava.” No door mat, no wreath signaling what season we’ve just entered, and no doorbell to announce my arrival. Wandering through each chamber, taking inventory, and banishing the cobwebs there is an emptiness akin to long forgotten steel left to rust in an abandoned shed. I haven’t been here in a while and the place needs a little upkeep.
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Things have fallen by the wayside. There’s work to be done, fields to plow, and a crop to gather. I really have no excuse for being this far behind on my postings. Though I can attribute it to the daylight savings time fiasco.
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Wasn’t Rapunzel held in a Cell Tower? Perhaps it was a tower with a cell? Either way she still lets loose and throws down her hair.
