I love quiet, little moments that are captured on camera. Mom and dad caring for baby, sweet little toes, and soft murmurs of comfort. New parents are born.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Bare feet, flip-flops in hand, slipping down a mudslide, guarding my camera from misting rains, throwing shoe into bushes, slick black rocks, waves rushing around my legs, green green green, rock hunting, geode breaking, shell searching, running like a mad women along the beach, laughing, crazy, dripping hair, peaceful energy, splashing in the ocean, hippie living, soul searching, bone deep content.
Awake my soul.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Old apple trees cooled the afternoon with their shade, as lights twinkled a trail up their gnarled trunks. They gripped at branches laden with tin cans filled with daisies and baby's breath. Ice buckets chilled jars of lemonade and tea as friends and family celebrated. We danced among them, as evening fell.