Our wedding rings. Almost ten years of wearing them and they are a bit rough around the edges from living life. Yet there we were on Saturday night. Flashes out. Camera on the tripod. Playing around with different lighting set ups as we get our game faces on for our 2017 wedding season. The rings might not be as new and shiny as those we'll get to photograph this summer. But they are ours. Every scratch, nick, and scuff. I wouldn't have it any other way.
52 in 2017
The archaeological dig through boxes from our childhoods always bring up memories from our past. And lots of (likely dust covered) treasures for the next generation. The most popular one as of late is this tiny, travel Spirograph that uses post-it notes instead of full sheets of paper. As they say, they just don't make them like they used to.
This week's photo is posted 15 days after it was taken, but thank goodness for backdating. The first weekend of March featured some of the coldest temperatures that we have had this winter. The sunlight made it look far warmer than it actually was. What made perceived warmth all that much crueler was that I spent the weekend earning my wilderness first aid (WFA) card from Stonehearth Opening Learning Opportunities (SOLO) at the University of Maine 4-H Camp and Learning Center at Bryant Pond. Taking off my coat off indoors became optional as I worked as hard as I could to stay warm as we walked around campus and learned through simulated emergency events that we might encounter. It was an incredible weekend of learning, but one that certainly took me a while to recover from in every way.
She only had her snowshoes on since that corner you can see in the top right. Yet there was no way I was going to be able to stop her from running across the backyard with her pink (of course) snowshoes after me. Finally having her own pair to go out with has been the highlight of her winter. And a true sign that she is growing up much too fast.
One of the things we love about living where we do, out in "the sticks", is looking out into our woods. With just shy of three acres, we're often fortunate to see deer and fox tromping around in these woods. And it has become our daughter's wandering area as she grows. Breaking trail for her and our pup to explore is one of my (many) job titles in the winter. (Many thanks to the tree branch that held my camera for me as I ran off to beat the self timer.)
Standing on the counter is generally not in my lineup of ok'ed things to do in our house. But, when Uncle says it's ok, the only thing left to do is grab the camera and just let it happen. Besides, how else was she going to be able to start the epic marble game tower otherwise?
Sometimes I wish that we lived closer to the "big city" so I wouldn't have to drive so far to get everywhere. And then days like yesterday happen. I was out wandering around our corner of the universe for over an hour patiently waiting for one of the deer herds to come out at dusk like they have been lately. Once they did, I lost count of them once I made it to twenty including at least two bucks. They never did migrate to the field that I was hoping to catch them in and thus the majority of my photos have the fence from the farm between me and them. But you can bet I'm hoping to be back there again tonight.
My "first born" turned 9 last Saturday. We adopted him from Arkansas when he was 6 months old. He had a black nose. They said he never shed. All these years later, his nose is now pink, we have Digby tumbleweeds rolling across our floors, and our skin has been licked raw from kisses. Now he's our little old man.
I asked my daughter to help me take apart the glider that I was given by my husband the Christmas before she was born. I'm a sentimental sap, so I just might have had to choke back a few tears knowing we'll never rock together in the glider again. It went to a new home the next day.
P.S. The glider's new home is with my amazing clients, Michelle & Jory. The full sneak peek blog post of their maternity session is coming your way tomorrow. Knowing the little one that will soon be rocked in this chair warms my heart.
It does not matter how bad her skin gets chapped and raw. When she's concentrating, her tongue comes out. Even today when it was below freezing out.
Ah, the new year. The time of year when everyone is running around determined to accomplish a load of different tasks. Call them resolutions, to do lists, dreams... whatever they are, I do find a new sense of optimism at the start of each year. Perhaps it is the flip of those last few number when I write out the year that do it. Or maybe it's starting the date with two 1s that does it. Yet here we are. A chance to start a new.Read More