I cheated on the Bokeh. . . I did! Shhhhhh don’t say anything. Now that I’m finally done with Bokeh. . . I can think about something else. Like, what in the heck am I going to get my kids for Christmas? Did you know there are only like 7 days left?
Would it be bragging if I told you, my bloggy buds, “my bearded baby” made the Dean’s List in his first term of college ?
You know, for this home-school mom, who doesn’t get out much, or have friends that she talks face to face very often. . . other you then you guys of course. . . This is big and I just wanted to tell you. And then, on the other hand ~ If this is bragging, and I should just keep this kind of thing to myself . . .well . . . forget I mentioned it.
Even though I have been studying photography and lighting and all things camera for quite sometime, I’m not worried at all that my five year old
can take, maybe able to take a picture better then me.
I have to say ~ even though I traded in my cowgirl boots for a family ~ this, once upon a time, was my one and only love and. . . sometimes I miss him.
There once was a grand, but lonely window that needed a home. Even though, this lonely window was stunning and strong, like most things it could not stand alone. This made the window sad . . . all it wanted to do was simply brighten a room and have a place to call home.
Because the window was so grand it could not be in just any room. The room had to be an epic, strong room to support the weight of the window.
Now you see, the window was foolish and just couldn’t understand why he of all windows, couldn’t just be a window and let the sun shine through. After all he was big, strong, and a glorious window in size, all by himself.
But a wiser man, known as the Visionary, knew that nothing could stand alone. The Visionary knew, everything worth something needed support. This wise but simple lesson the Visionary not only lived, he taught his whole life through.
First of all: a window like this needed a large frame and strong walls for support. But, before frames and walls could be built, all dreams have to dreamed. Then of course, those dreams have to be formed into plans. Plans have to be drafted and drafted and drafted again. And this, much to the window’s disappointment, would take a very, very long time.
Now the story goes, before the visionary closed his eyes and bid farewell, he set right to work and he gave as only he could give ~ by: teaching, listening and dreaming the dreams of other dreamers. And most importantly, for the window, the son, and that moment in time, the Visionary did what he always did ~ he carefully and most lovingly, placed all those dreams onto paper. . . so the dreams of all the dreamers could become reality through the hands of his first born son, “the Craftsman“.
Even though the house was not finished, the window rejoiced ~ for he was finally out of that dark and dreary room. The window had a place to shine. A place to finally call home.
This was the standard look in our house for quite sometime. Thankfully, these days, Kathryn has traded in her beautiful black boot for a matching pair of plain, old, ordinary shoes.