Inspiration by Leah. . .

“Today you are You, that is truer than true.” 

“There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” ~ Dr. Seuss 

If she could talk . . . I think this is what she might say. Sometimes silence speaks louder then words. 

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his guitar

This afternoon I caught Stevie Wonder playing his guitar outside. 
He didn’t notice me at first . . .but when he did. . . 

he indulged me a little bit and kept on playing.  

I love to take pictures of this son of mine,  hear him play and see how he has grown in so many way.


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Me and my Nikon D5000

I didn’t tell you. 


Santa bought me a big girl camera for Christmas. 

AND OH! MY Gosh!  

I love it. 
It’s so much fun playing with it and learning new things. 

This week I am learning about the F- stop and what it means to my camera. Even though I don’t really understand what it means. . . I understand how to make the back ground in my photos fuzzy . . .and really that’s all I want. . . this week.  I’ll get the rest sooner or later. . . I hope. 


So, what does F-stop mean??? Uhhh, well it has to do with aperture So, the lower  your f-stop number is the more out of focus your back ground becomes.  I know that much is true.  You should also have your camera set on aperture mode or A when you want this effect. 
So, . . . I think all this means – the wider the eye of the lens opens – the lower the f-stop goes – meaning more light comes into the eye of the camera. Or all this might mean – the lower with the f-stop the less light goes in to the eye of the camera. . . Mmmm, I have to study it more. . .don’t take my word for it. 

You should look it up and tell me – as you can tell, I find it all very confusing.   


 I just know: I really, really LOVE the camera and I love the effect I get when the F-stop number is low. 



Bubbles anyone???


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Little by Little

On his way Home

It has been nearly two months now since my oldest has gone away to college

Nearly two months to the day when I was dreading that day we were to pile in the car and drive 1000 miles to  a little town called  Atchison, Kansas. I tried hard not to cry the whole way. . . but you know what?  Even though I am not a crier. . . I just couldn’t help it. 




Two months later, I still really miss  him. Even though, the house is just a little quieter: I have the  other three to keep me going – this home of ours is still pretty noisy, NOT at all much neater. . . or much cleaner. 




Tonight I’m on my way to Atlanta to pick him up for spring break and I can’t think of much else.  I can’t seem to keep my eyes off the clock or  get things tightied up around here.  Today even though I really care about the mess I just can’t seem to get it done. I just keep thinking he’s coming home and I have to get on the road in time to get him. 


I hope I don’t cry when I see him . . . but you know what? Even though I really am not a crier, I am afraid I might.  I will be so happy to see him I think I just might.  


It’s hard being a mom to almost adult children. It’s really hard. 


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