So You Think You Can Dance.

Boy, this girl really can.

If Trees Could Talk...

...imagine what they'd say. 

Twin Cities Longing

We haven't lived there for over 10 years, but I awoke this morning with dreams of the Twin Cities.  It's probably because some of my dearest friends from Minnesota are staying with me this weekend, but nonetheless, the ache in my heart was there upon waking. 

Longing.

Today, I am longing for an escape back to this outdoor fireplace.  I'm longing for solitude and quiet.  I'm longing for answers.  I'm longing for a path that has not made itself visible to me.   

Lake Gilbert at Dusk.

Dream house.

View of the ocean.  Studio over the garage.  Red door.  Sigh...

Zinnia Blooms

Sturgis nod

The August Break

The August Break - image by Susannah Conway

So, I've signed on to Susannah Conway's August Break.  So, here's the deal...30 days, 30 postings, VERY few words.  Let the images do the talking.  It seems nice to take a break from talking and just see what I see through the lens.  Sometimes I find that my words feel like clutter in an already too noisy world.  Here's to a quiet break!

Right Now

Right now, my sweet 9-year-old, you love that you finally turned 9, but can't wait to be 10.

Right now, you read Nancy Drew mysteries one after another, completely absorbed in Nancy's world.

Right now, you love the color purple.

Right now, you can spend hours working on an art project, but you have no idea how talented you are.

Right now, you like your mornings to move slowly and you don't worry about where you need to be.

Right now, you feel frustrated when I baby you or when your little sister pushes your buttons.

Right now, you are caught in the space between being a child, completely relishing your parents' attention and being a young woman, with an independent spirit all your own. 

Right now, my sweet first born, I couldn't possibly be more proud of you and couldn't possibly love you more.  Happy 9th Birthday. 

Western Skies