Monday, January 28, 2013

Sanctity of Human Life


On Sunday, January 20, 2013 many churches celebrated  

I deeply believe in this. I believe God knows about each baby that is conceived

The very moment they are conceived. 

Each and every baby matters.  

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Sunday, January 27, 2013

'...Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?' Mary Oliver, "The Summer Day"


My friend Fredrick's father passed away last week.
Fredrick spoke at the funeral about his Dad.

Fredrick never has less than 2 jobs and is always happy to do overtime.
He felt guilty about working so much, so he would buy his parents nice things.
Things for their house or for their cars.
But his Dad never wanted the things.

Fredrick's Dad would say thank you and be grateful but all he really wanted was time.
In October, Fredrick took his Dad and son out for breakfast. 
They stayed at the restaurant for 4 hours.
Fredrick told him that day that he was going to take him out to breakfast every month from then on.

The next month, Fredrick's dad had a stroke.
A very bad stroke.
He was getting better and making progress,
but just last week, he passed away.

Fredrick's heart is broken.
Thankfully, Fredrick's Dad believed in Jesus.
Will you please keep Fredrick and his family in prayer this week?

Also, spend time with the people you love.
As much as you can. 
Whenever you can.

Kaish and I are going to go over to my parents this week for dinner on Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday. 
It is inconvenient. 
It is a half hour drive in rush hour.
It is a school night.
But you know what?
It matters.
Time matters.
Some people say you can spell love like this:

We never know how long God will give the people we love to us, do we?

So, whether you spell it t-i-m-e or l-o-v-e,
make sure you are spending time and telling the ones you love how important they are to you. They are more important than any amount of money you have in your bank account. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Art :: Daddy :: Baby of Mine


A few of my friends (Mindy and Miz Booshay) got a Lensbaby for Christmas. I didn't get one, but I think this picture looks like it was taken by one. What do you think? What really happened was that my camera lens was cold and it got fogged up. I am calling it artistic : ). 


 My Daddy told this joke to me yesterday. His pastor told it to him many years ago and he has always loved it.

A nun moved to a monastery. The Superior Mother told her she could only speak 2 words every five years. The first five years pass and the nun is called before the Superior Mother and she says, "bed hard." The next five years pass and she is called once again before the Superior Mother. This time she says, "food bad." She goes on about her duties and chores never speaking another word. Five more years pass and once again she is called in to the Superior Mother. This time her two words are "I quit."

The Superior Mother shakes her head, looks into her eyes and says "I am not surprised at all. All you have ever done is complain."


I am about to get Kaish up for school. I am listening to this song this morning and wondering where the time goes. Where does it go? 

Monday, January 21, 2013

Tiffany + James 1.20.13


The first wedding of the year was a doozy!
Tiffany and James wed.

This picture is from their engagement session which we did in center city Philly at night.
It was an adventure for sure. 
Of course I have one zillion pictures I could post but I have been having a hard time narrowing images down lately. 

Come link up at Communal Global
We would love to see what is going on in your neck of the woods.

Love, Becky

Thursday, January 10, 2013

the Creativity Project :: January 2013 :: Photography Goals


Photography goals.
Looking back and looking forward.


I want to learn new things and try hard to shoot in ways that make people feel beautiful.


I want to focus on capturing more children.
I love the light that they bring.


And speaking of light- I love light and airy editing. A lot of times I pull back from this because I know it isn't typical. It is a little artsy. I talk myself out of it. But you know what? I love it and I want more of it, so this year, I am going to try hard to edit how I like to edit sometimes.


I want to conquer skin tone.


And last, but not least,
I want to remember to take photos of my most important person,
who just happened to turn 13 yesterday.

Do you have any goals for this year regarding photography? Do share!

Please visit my friend Scarlett at House of Emery to see her photography goals for this new year. We are trying hard to stretch ourselves this year with our monthly themes. 
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We would love for you to share images on our wall throughout the month. 

Monday, January 7, 2013

I heart faces Best of 2012

Photo Challenge Submission Photobucket

I don't know if I told you yet. 
Last year was hard.  
I will never forget it. 

There were lots of tears. 
More than I thought humanly possible. 
I am thankful for this new year. 
For this new chance. 

I heart faces is my favorite photography resource. 
For the last five years I heart faces has been a source of inspiration and encouragement.
 This week is Best Face challenge. 
You should enter. 
Come over and look around at all the faces. 

Thank you for being a part of my life. 
You are my favorite photographers. 
Thank you for sharing your smiles when I couldn't find my own. 

 Love always, Becky

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein (1974)

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.


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