“Time does not pass, it continues.” ~ Marty Rubin
Time. . . it’s not my thing. I’m just not good at it.
The Fisherman has said for years, “I live in eternity“. and these days he says he wants to learn how to get there with me. . . I laugh hard.
It was said last night by one “there are only 55 more days” until their big day.
Last night we wrote out invitations with loving care.
Another thing the Fisherman says often that I know is true. “We hit the jackpot with these beautiful girls who love our young men.”
God is good to us.
I breathe deep, pause time in my head and take it all in.
late lunch grabbed with the Philosopher & our beautiful brown eyed girl
long ride with my girls
an enjoyed chat with a man of the cloth
tears of laughter from the fisherman
writing out invitations by warm fire
music from Les Miserables loud in my car
friends & loved ones who believe I can
ball played in the yard
a photo shoot in the woods
“Don’t eat those yet!” I say to the Fisherman just before he takes a bite. He puts it down and shakes his head at me.
Last night I see these pears and knew tomorrow’s forecast was rainy, dreary and overcast. Rainy, dreary overcast days are one of my favorite forecasts for dreamy dark and moody light.
Oh, my! Be still my heart. How I love this moody light of November.
photographing many beautiful faces
laughs over the phone with my son far away
dark, dreary days
see her happy face running to the car after dance class
“Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
I believe this to be true. It’s getting up the nerve that’s the hardest part.
She went as Ginny Weasley last night.
and the Girl Who Loves Music . . .
keeps Rock ‘n’ on!
a night spend with four out of the six
up and coming events
coffee with old friends
early morning Mass with my youngest
good books to read
good school days
pop in visits
“Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today. “
Yesterday was the fisherman’s birthday.
‘While he’s upstairs getting ready for dinner guests we hear his made-up song of “get away from me dog.” We know that dog is in kitchen drooling over dinner.
Girls and I stop and laugh hard.
We catch our breath – the girl who loves music says, “Dad’s so great.”
I say with big smile, “Yup. “
phone call out of the blue from a treasured friend
family birthday dinner
time alone to talk with charming
Bob Seger tickets waiting for me and my girl
more birthdays for him
a message of love
y’all get a chance visit this site: It’s called Paperless post. It will help make party planning and invites easy. . . so very easy!
“Sometimes you just don’t know the value of a moment until becomes a memory.”
~ Dr. Suess
Three years now since the heart beats in the Fisherman’s chest. In silence, we remember our donor, his family, and value of the memory of those days.
great school days
a dog that likes to be outside
long talks with the oldest
I didn’t have the right equipment so I didn’t think I’d get it.
and as I often do . . . at the tenth hour
I read it was safe to use your camera at totality and the harsh light from the sun wouldn’t affect the camera or the lens.
so then I thought
what the heck? I might as well give it a shot.
but, my lens wasn’t right . . . and I didn’t expect much.
as I often do . . . when I don’t think it will work & my expectations are low. . . I am surprised at how things work out.
My father used to say, “the harder I work the luckier I get. “
I feel like that with my camera most of the time.
I study, and study, and study.
there it is.
and I feel, Wow! so lucky.
short visits from the brown eyed girl and her husband
early morning breakfast with charming
long talks with my girl
silly laughs with the youngest
dumb sayings from the Fisherman
great conversations with two strangers
July this brown eyed girl joined our family and has made it even more beautiful.
She married our son the Philosopher in the most beautiful wedding Mass where incense rose to the heavens, and the Fisherman said, “We hit the jackpot with this one.“
I took a deep breath to take it all and I knew it was true. There is nothing more a mother could want for her son. She is perfect for him . . . us.
and then we all danced until the cows came home.
best part of being a photographer. . . being able to do your future daughter in laws wedding portraits
friends who say your stupid dog is okay playing at their house.
cooler summer days
long phone conversations with my son
photos of new finds from her
many, many hugs from my youngest today
We had rain for days.
Thursday early morning comes, and I wonder what’s on the calendar. Put water on for coffee and try to think.
then magic light flashes streams of golden rays through kitchen window
catches my eye.
I grab my Nikon:
change settings quickly . . .
open eye wide . . . drag the shutter low
hand held . . . I know these photos will be more grainy . . . but. . . still
this is what I love.
and just like that
light fads behind clouds.
that girl who loves music helping her little sister with all things
phone calls from Charming away on business
that brown eyed girl rushing to help me host
spur of the moment quests
the artists sending glimpses of her day
Fisherman feeling better then ever
double stuff Oreo on sale – two for one & the house cheers
coffee w/ the best Nana
catching morning rays of light before coffee
“Then this girl completely shatters the window to my soul and crawls inside.”
― Colleen Hoover, This Girl
rain for days
after the rain light
watching her love to dance
big sister there to do what big sisters do best
so there is this. . . Charming is officially degreed.
We can say no one worked harder then this Charming son of ours – with a full time college schedule and a “part time” job of 60 hours a week.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 10,000 times. . . There is nothing this one can’t do.
a celebration feast fit for kings and queens
late night visit with that brown eyed girl . . . just me and her talking / sharing
the artist here spending time