So much came together to make me happy when I took this picture. Sunshine after days and days of grey. Having an idea for a picture and showing up to find the elements I hoped for: fluffy clouds and cows near this particular barn. More importantly, I was on my way to see my brother [...]
“Vacant” While no longer in use, this old building — maybe once a barn — makes me think of both what was and what could be. It is beautiful in its organic state of decay.
We are all vulnerable creatures.
This photograph was taken in a large city square in downtown Barcelona, Spain. Pain: A broken man, living in despair, after physical and emotional loss.
“Connected” For me, faith is both individual and community-based. Â I have the sense of being connected to the same all-powerful energy source as others — kind of like a tribe.
Very often my life works its way into some heights that are not always where I’d prefer to be. Â One day our farm mascot was the subject of a “day of farm photos.” Â In this spot it seemed so peaceful, so real, yet so vulnerable.
“Sunny Side Up” Also known as, “grow where you are planted.” Â For me, the delicate balance of being happy with what I have AND simultaneously moving toward what I want is the key to happiness.
Happiness is being 80 years old and still being able to enjoy life to the fullest. Â Happiness is winning a family horseshoe tournament on a sunny beach surrounded by the people who love you the most, your family, with a double ringer! Â Happiness is getting to experience every bit of this with my family and [...]
The Old Fire Tower Stands Alone, Empty until I climb to the top to fill the emptiness.
Faith is seeing my daughter, knowing I had to have faith after 10 miscarriages. Â Seeing her standing there is proof of my faith.
Pure faith is kid’s stuff. Â Like the belief, however temporary, that a terry cloth towel and a party favor can transform you into an all-powerful superhero. Â As we experience the world, faith drifts and becomes much more difficult to hold close.
This is my little cousin Jackelyn. Â She’s six. Â She pushed down a little boy on a playground who said, “I’m sorry your mom died.” Â Sometimes we’re mean, when we hurt the most.
Velma watches other cats out the window…. We’re getting another kitten next week.
Sunday afternoon, sun was shining. Â I realized that I should do something instead of let the sunshine wasted. Â But I thought at the time all my friends were taking a nap. Â So I took the tripod and go outside took pictures of myself. Â Then I photoshop them into one picture. Â Haha, now I can play [...]
During the summer, I sit a coffee shops and read, and take pictures of myself. Â It’s the definition of boredom.