July 3, 2017
Day 184
8:40pm and I am starting supper.
This is how we roll around here in the summertime.
My hubby keeps farmers hours when he is home, milking every last bit of daylight out of our long summer days. When he is working, we stay on that schedule since it coincides when he will arrive home from his commute.
No one complains as they play until the sun sets and the stars start to come out.
I love summer.
July 2nd, 2017
Day 183
Summer finally decided to show up today and we got out to play on Lake Ashtabula. I am so thankful for the sunshine, my family and great friends! It was a perfect day!
JULY 1st, 2017
Day 182
Her days are numbered, as her petals show wilting and holes.
Yet she stands proudly in the evening light.
The scars are just marks of her life lived beautifully.
Today is the HALF-WAY point of The Intention Project!
June 30, 2017
Day 181
This is the camera that ignited my passion for photography over 25 years ago. It sits upon the deck where emphatically, and in front of witnesses (one of them ordained) stated I was NOT going to do photography. I felt then that the advent of digital photography made everyone and their dog a photographer. Funny how when I throw something out to God, (or the Universe or whatever you call it) He laughs at my disdain and proclaims "wanna bet?"
I now really can't imagine not photographing, not documenting, not capturing the imagery around me. It has been an unexpected and amazing ride thus far, and I am quite excited to see what is in store in the future!
June 29, 2017
Day 180
We were working close to her nest this afternoon and she was annoyed with us. She watched closely, taking any opportunity when we walked away to swoop in and check on her precious nest contents. Her mate was far more vivid in color, but was far more reluctant to come around us. I'll be curious to see how many little beaks eventually appear from the nest.
June 28, 2017
Day 179
Fresh young sweet clover overtakes the old rusted wheel of a rake, as the evening sun illuminates it in a the soft glow. It is a beautiful contrast between young and old and thriving and dormant. Some days I feel like the old rusty wheel, and some days I feel like the clover.
