"But Mom," Braedon asked over my shoulder, "Why would you change a sunset picture to black and white? Then they can't see the sunset.""It's not the sunset I was capturing," I explained.
The Golden Lamb Buttery Wedding: A Preview
Sooo, this amazing wedding happened last weekend...
Stems Floral Designs
Gratitude
While editing this morning I came across this image. It was captured on a rainy day in New Jersey, looking out over The Hudson to New York City.
As I was looking at this image, a song came over Pandora and this quote totally struck my heart.
There is unthinkable joy and beauty everywhere, we just have to stay grateful (even in the crazy storms of life).
The Girls
When she is 85 years old, sitting in a room looking at her album, it is my hope that she will look at this image and remember how loved she was. Not only by her incredible husband, but also by her amazing girlfriends.
Friendship is so, so precious...
The Dirt Under Her Fingernails...
This passage from a favorite book rings so true in my soul:
But I do know that when Pat Geohagen, my ceramics teacher, comes to sit, she had curled her hair, put on mascara and a stylish sweater. I don't know what to do. I love her for the dirt under her fingernails, the clay-smeared pants and torn shirt, her hair tied carelessly under a bandanna, bags under her eyes from a long night of coffee, cigarettes, and firing the big gas kiln. But she's my teacher and she honors me, not just by coming to sit but by presenting her "best" face. I just smile and start to paint... Best faces are not what I need to learn about, not what I'm hungry for. It isn't a face I need to paint, it's a soul. Truth, not artifice, not persona.
(This is an image I snapped of Becca Olcott. Becca is a really amazing woman who dances in flower fields, and creates magic. I adore her chipped nails, and her heart.)