“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