The Boy still has a day and a half of school, but it already feels like summer has arrived. We pulled out the sprinkler and then he became fascinated with the mud it left in our front yard… Read More
Hiding out from minor family tensions at Sunday dinner at my parents we found ourselves at the barn, barren of cows for probably 60 years. “I hear a cow in there!” my 9-year old declared with one of… Read More
This post is part of the monthly 10 on 10 blog circle. Be sure to catch the next photographer in the circle by clicking the link at the bottom of this post. —- I am convinced my children… Read More
Part of my “Play” personal project. What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.– Cynthia Ozick
First ride in a swing. It only took 15 months for her to let me put her in one.