I handed my camera off to Gracie (why do I always forget to do this?). She grabbed this shot for me. We cute. And old. lol
More from our summer vacay to Rocky Mountain National Park laters. But for now, I’m leaving this right here as proof I DO step in front of the camera sometimes.
Who knew Canyon had a little forest tucked away. It’s truly no what this Arkansas native gal would call a forest, but it’s the closest thing here in Canyon city limits that I’ve seen!
I just needed to create. To get out of my house during this COVID-19 quarantine. To pick up my camera and point it at beautiful things. To show myself that things are still good and worth capturing.
I have been so up and down in my emotions and how I am dealing with all of this. I like to shove feelings down and tell myself I am ok, but eventually it catches up. It becomes too much and bubbles up in the form of tears and flung frustrations in the direction of my sweet family. I hate it. I am a work in progress.
Picking up my camera seems to somehow release all of that frustration. It gives my heart a little fire that I need.
My girls were cooperative the evening of this shoot. The light was magical, and it all came together so beautifully. My precious “adoptive college daughter” Rori (“Ro”, as we call her) came along to help and I am so happy I got to grab some shots of her too. I hope to share more in this space as this quarantine inches by. If we can’t do anything else, we can surely share our hearts in this, can’t we? Hoping to do more of that soon.
Summer came early. It was like we were still lazing around with our comfy cardigans and then BAM! it was 100 degrees. That being said, I have grown to love the heat more than I used to. I think it's becasue summer means having my kiddos around more. While that can truly make me want to pull my hair out, it also gives me warm fuzzies. PJs all day, the smell of sunscreened skin during afternoon snuggles, swimsuit wedgies, vacation planning, and just freedom. I feel like a kid again watching my babies run wild outside with barefeet and dirty hands and clothes. That was who I was. A tomboy who cared less about bathing but cared EVERYTHING for the outdoors. It's precious. A precious time. I wish the hard stuff away every day. And summertime gives me a minute to revel in where we are. Right smack dab in the middle of all the hard.
I am going to try and snap a photo every day this summer as a personal photo proect. I can't seem to get through a 35 day project, so here's to trying for 100 consecutive days to document all the crazy!
Days 1, 2, 3 and 4...
