Thursday, December 31, 2009

My favorites from 09..

Well, my initial thought for this post was going to be "Best Shot of 2009.." but seeing that I can never make a final decision, here's a clump of my favorites from this year:


(what I love about these is the realness of the moment... maybe not perfectly focused, but they are my favorites.)



And my all-time favorite:

I hope your new year is filled with all the blessings of 2009, and then some.

Cheers to a wonderful 2010..


Monday, December 28, 2009


The tree is wilting; the dressing is long gone... toy bikes and barbie dolls start to lose their magic; cousins travel back to their homes...
but the joy- it lives on...

May the joy of the season make its home in your heart this year.

(picture taken with my cell phone and edited online)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Away in a Manger

Merry Christmas, dear friends.


Monday, December 21, 2009

Magical togetherness

We are heading up to my grandparents' for the holidays. Christmas up there is filled with cousins, warm fires, soft light, and plenty of family time. My grandma puts up a stocking for each person in our expanding family, and on Christmas morning each one is filled with knick-knacks and fresh oranges.Christmas Eve is when we head to the little church on the hill for carol singing and candle lighting. All of us kids are complete in our satin dresses with big bows and our shiny Mary Janes. Soon after the service, we scurry to bed where our grandfather reads "The Night Before Christmas," topped with wacky voice animations and fuzzy pj's.

Christmas morning, well that is just plain magic.

May your Christmas be filled with love, warmth, and magical togetherness with those special ones.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

little did she know

He worked next door to her... the girl with the auburn curls and rosy cheeks. She lived in the big white house with the navy shutters while he cleaned the grease off the stove and took out the trash next door. Her maid, Bee, had raised her since she was born. Her dresses were always crisp and bright. His trousers were slightly wrinkled and covered in soot. He would often sit out on the back porch and he would hear her music... it would come from the front room in the big house. He gradually would make his way to sit under the big oak tree and sit by the hydrangeas beneath the window and listen as her fingers glided up and down the piano... it was so peaceful. Sometimes, he would glance up without her noticing. When she played, she would tighten her lips and squint her eyes, almost as if they were closed. He saw a joy and a serenity in her as she played... he could tell it was her escape. Often she would look out into the distance as if seeing something far away, but then she would start right back playing again. She would repeat this for hours... sometimes he wondered if she even had a family inside that big house. He would almost be asleep under the oak tree when he would hear Ms. Wilkins whistling for him in the kitchen- another load of garbage waiting for him.... at night, sometimes he wouldn't even go home to his empty house full of soda cans and old magazines. Sitting under the big oak, knowing she was somewhere in that house- that was where he wanted to be.

Sometimes they would see each other at school. She would usually have four or five girls decked in plaid skirts and twin braids hovering around her to soak in the radiance.. she would always do the same thing she did at the piano- glance into the distance, as if searching for something... except here at school, she didn't snap back into the moment... the girls crowding around were almost a buzzing in her ears.

Little did she know that he was always there. Always in the background, always there to catch her if she'd fall. Around him, she wouldn't need to stare into the distance- all she had been searching and grasping for had always been right there under the big oak with the dirty hair and the greasy jeans...

Little did she know...

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Sometimes silence is the only road to the soul. . .

Friday, December 11, 2009

It's always here

she touches my hand

then comes that smile i love..

no comfort beats mama's

love... is always here

. . .

I was just fooling around when I took this shot, but I somehow keep coming back to this one moment, filled with the subtle peace and beauty on a simple drive to dance lessons one rainy afternoon...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

How can you not smile?

I hope the rest of your week is wonderful.


Saturday, December 5, 2009


When you make it to the top,

wait for me.