Saturday, December 19, 2015

What does the fox say? Happy Birthday to Max! That's what.

Max turned 1. 
His parents threw a fabulous party.

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I learned a new song at the party. I have been playing it non stop. 
I can't listen to it without smiling!

Monday, November 16, 2015

My Mom's Christmas Card is Ordered!

November is to photographers, what September is to teachers.
It's what April is to Accountants. 
And June is to Camp Counselors.

It's crazy.

I make my Mom's Christmas card for her every year about December 15th. 
After I make it, I always hope and pray it will arrive by the 24th so she can at least get them postmarked pre Christmas.

She doesn't like this at all.


In fact, today when I got home from work at 4:30, 
she was waiting in the driveway.

She basically told me she wanted to be like all the other normal humans in the world who send out Christmas cards in the early days of December.


I told her today was impossible. 
I showed her all the pictures I had to edit. 
She crossed her arms and said, So & So's Daughter told her Mom it only takes 10 minutes.
Of course this made me want to drive over to So & So's Daughter's house and punch her in the nose. 


But misplaced anger aside,
I told my Mom I would get it done before night's end.


A big part of the problem with her cards is finding a picture of which she approves. 
My Mom, like most women, hates having her picture taken. 
It's hard for me to understand this because I think she is gorgeous.

 She has the most beautiful hair. 
Her eyes sparkle. 
And her smile? 
It's so warm, you could make a s'more. 

She told me I could use whatever picture I could find if I could just get it done immediately. 


So, I had to dig through my instagram for her card.


The quality is lacking.
The color...questionable.
But the love?
Well, there it is in tiny 1 x 1 squares.






  


#BestFamilyEver 
#BestMomEver 
#LoveAlways 
#Thankful
#Winning

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

'Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.' Frederick Buechner

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See, I do still shoot. I found this lovely quote at my dear friend, Miz Booshay's blog last night. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Now you can think about it too.You are welcome.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

I heart faces :: Holiday :: Easter Joy

The energy in African American churches is unparalleled.
It is refreshing to see Jesus being worshipped in such a vibrant way.

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Peace be with you.
And also with you. 

Friday, October 2, 2015

baby, baby


Sometimes life isn't what you expect it to be at all.
This is what I have found to be true;
even when life is very hard and very different than expectations,
it is still beautiful.

On the darkest days and most difficult nights,
joy remains. 

We miss Mr. Adams.
We miss Bria.

Kaishon likes the 10th grade so far.
Gary has been working a lot. 
Last Sunday was the end of the quarter for his company.
He worked 17 hours.
Can you even imagine that?
Me either.
I thought he would need a sick day this week to recover, but he has gotten up every single morning at 5:15 and went back.
He is a great man. 

Last weekend I photographed a stellar wedding while the Pope was in town. 


I was worried about traffic, but I didn't need to worry. 
Everything was perfect.
I am shooting one of my favorite families this weekend unless
Hurricane Joaquin prevents our shoot.  
We will see.


Thursday, September 10, 2015

10th Grade :: Here's To Kids Who Are Different


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Here's to the kids who are different, 
The kids who don't always get A's 
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers, 
 And noses that go on for days. 

Here's to the kids who are different, 
The kids they call crazy or dumb, 
The kids who don't fit, with the guts and the grit, 
Who dance to a different drum. 

Here's to the kids who are different, 
The kids with the mischievous streak, 
For when they have grown, as history's shown, 
It's their difference that makes them unique. 

Digby Wolfe 


Kaishon is excited for this new school year. For the first time in my life, I was not sad when it was time for school to start. 

Kaishon is very independent. It has been hard for me to step back and let him fly. 

The teenage years have definitely given us a jolt, but I know in the big picture of things, we will survive these difficult days. 

 

I didn't blog when Kaishon was in Kindergarten or 1st grade but I will find pictures for both of those years so I can make this time line complete.

 
 

Sunday, September 6, 2015

a Farmer hard at work: Willard Geissinger

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“Farming is a profession of hope” 
 Brian Brett

Willard Geissinger has been a farmer for a very long time.
On his farm in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania,
he has plowed, planted and pereservered through season after season.

Willard loves John Deere tractors. This one is his favorite. It can only be started by spinning the fly wheel. It is not a job for the faint of heart. 

Willard still gets up every morning and works on the farm. There are always jobs to be found. I loved hearing some of his stories.

Do you have a great work photo to share? 
Please do!


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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

overwhelming love




 












“When God Created Mothers"

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." 

And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands." 

The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way." 

It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have." 

That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded. 

One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word." 

God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...." 

I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower." 

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed. 

But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure." 

Can it think?" 

Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator. 

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. 

There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model." 

It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear." 

What's it for?" 

It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride." 

You are a genius, " said the angel. 

Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.” 

Erma Bombeck