Tuesday, June 30, 2009

It's a Big Week

This week and last week are two of the biggest weeks on my side of the family: Wimbledon. My mom, brother, sister, grandpa, grandma, and countless cousins, aunts, uncles, and me all play the beautiful sport. It is either always on the television when I am in the room, or I can constantly here it going on in the background. Personally, I find it extremely boring to watch, but it is quite obvious my family feels the opposite.
Mine and my mom's two favorite players are Andy Roddick and Roger Federer- and despite popular belief, it's not only because of their looks.

Summer and children

"A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm." -Bill Vaughn

It's Suppertime

Sitting out by the pool. Casual conversation. My young cousins splashing in the water. Good Southern cooking. A nice occasional breeze. The feeling of family in the air that I have missed for so long. Mama Sue, my grandmother, worrying about the amount of food on everyone's plate- "That surely isn't enough to eat! Let me go get the butter beans for you," -I always gain a few pounds. Big Daddy, my grandfather, always starting another heated political discussion. My aunt, who inspires me with her brilliant photography, telling us about her new accomplishments that give me chills. The squeals of laughter coming from the pool when my uncle shows off his famous "canon balls." The green grass surrounding us. The plain 'ole love that I have for these people, this time, this family.

This is summer "suppertime" on the farm. This is bliss.


My whole family has gone to the farm for a few days- the oasis where my grandparents live; we call it paradise. From swimming to playing tennis, and just visiting with all of my great family, I always look forward to spending time up here.

Yesterday out by the pool, we stumbled upon this little surprise in one of the planters. Lost from its mother, my little cousin was worrying about it. It's little surprises and gifts like these that make life interesting. We can't wait to see what will grow from this little tiny wonder.


Sunday, June 28, 2009


As a child, Sunday mornings were always a drag- sitting through the looong service at church, where I was one of the six kids. I would always scribble away on the church bulletin, and snicker with my buds as the old ladies would sneeze. Now-a-days, though, Sunday is one of my favorite days of the week. I cherish the atmosphere filled with familar vibes and warmth. My church family is my family. Preacher Dale always delivers thought-provoking sermons that really have molded my spirituality. He has a way of making you say "Ah! I have never thought of that like that before..." He is one of those people who has been everywhere and done everything. We always have lengthy conversations about his many adventures before Sunday School while we kids sip our sugar-filled coffee.

My church was where I first accepted God into my life, and where my faith continues to grow. I thank each and every member of the big ole' family for being such an important part of my life. May we have many more memories to grow!


Saturday, June 27, 2009

Here we go.

I am so excited to finally start the blogging experience!

I have always been interested in photography and have recently pursued my interest by messing around with my mom's Christmas present- a Canon Rebel. I have come to realize that as wonderful as browsing different photography is, creating that image is a completely different experience. When I go hunting in my backyard, or around my house, for something to capture, simple, ordinary things come to life with whole new meaning. I have acquired newfound thankfulness for the beauty surrounding my small-town world.

To prove that photography can be tackled by anybody, I am a clumsy teenager with a whole lot of empty summer left to go.

What will you unexpectedly tackle this week?