August 27, 2017
Day 239
I was taking apart an old piano to repurpose it, and as I lifted the keys up, there it lay. I wonder the stories this WInged Liberty Head dime has. Who did it belong to? When did they drop it in between the keys? Where did this happen? A little relic of history discovered today.
August 26, 2017
Day 238
With each shoot, I am increasingly affirmed that I am doing what I am called to do. Today was no exception, and in fact, made me fall even more in love with my passion. This little man and his parents were so wonderful to photograph. I feel privileged and grateful they asked me to document his newborn life. It is easy to love what I do, when I do what I love.
August 25, 2017
Day 237
A gentle mist fell on the valley tonight.
Like a soothing balm, it softened the hard edges of a rather hectic week.
Sometimes life needs the blurring effect of a hazy rain.
August 24, 2017
Day 236
The grass withers and the flowers fade,
but the word of our God stands forever.
Isaiah 40:8
August 23, 2017
Day 235
It is really hard to take a selfie with a real camera, but I don't care much that this is out of focus. We survived the first day of school, barely. I love this little peanut so much. She is a trooper.
August 22, 2017
Day 234
The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.
~Doris Humphrey
August 21, 2017
Day 233
Devil's trumpet flower at dusk.
May it remain silent.
(Photo is unedited.)