This week’s challenge in my 52 on Friday group is texture. I have to be completely honest, the week got away from me so I had to cheat a little. This photograph is not new but I processed it differently by using a texture for the very first time. I still have a lot to learn but I can’t wait to try out some more. I ♥ Florabella everything!
Now don’t forget to visit Amy Mae, Nampa Idaho Photographer and see how she interpreted the theme this week:)
Now be sure to visit San Diego Photographer Crystal Keith to see how she interpreted our theme “headless” this week:)
This week’s theme in 52 on Fridays group is food and I LOVE food. I like to eat, to cook, to see and smell and to eat. Did I mention that already? I thought of about a million different things that I could shoot. Recipes to create, restaurants to sneak into, but in the end I thought that simplicity is key.
M&M’s are quite like gold in my house. Need a potty training reward? M&M’s. Want to make that pantry leftovers trail mix you are trying to get the kids to eat more exciting, add M&m’s. You can use them as poker chips and missing game pieces in a pinch. There are probably a million different uses for these colorful little guys. Now that’s versatile food;)
Don’t forget to head over to Nicole’s blog and see what she’s eating this week.
This week we celebrated the birthday of my oldest child. Nine years ago Tuesday my whole life changed. My son was born and in that single complicated, life altering, heart wrenching, magical moment, I became a mom. I will always be grateful that the good Lord thought me worthy to be the mother, teacher and guardian of these special little people. It is the best thing that I ever did and will ever do.
This week’s theme in my 52 on Friday group is I love faces and I thought it fit so nicely to photograph my newly nine year old for the project. It stared off as it generally does with boys this age and dissovled to silliness quickly enough.
It wasn’t long before the others wanted in the fun. Here’s a couple from the blooper reel;)
Don’t forget to visit the very talented Jobrina and see what she has captured this week:)
This post brought to you by the letter J.
Growing up I kept a diary. Well, let me be honest, I kept many diaries. At times I wrote in it everyday, whether I had something to say or not. My diary was a secret friend. A place where I felt free to pour out my heart and put my every feeling on the pages between the locked cover. I can still remember laying between my covers listening to Pillow Talk on the radio while I layed out my latest crush, squabble, dream or hope in my trusty diary.
I gave up my diary writing as I became an adult. Somehow it seemed childish to still need to confide in my silent friend. Until recently. I began to see that grown women can and do write in diaries, they just call them journals. I searched high and low for a journal that could welcome me back into the folds of paper, into the quiet of pen scratching paper and didn’t see anything that really worked. I asked my beautifully sweet, incredibly talented friend Jeanne to make one for me and then waited with baited breath to see what she would come up with. When I recieved my journal in the mail I could hardly wait to rip it open. Once I had it in my hands I was speechless. Not only is my journal absolutely beautiful but it is perfect for me and what I need it for. It means even more knowing that Jeanne made it for me and chose the words with me in mind. I have been happily writing in it ever since. Everyone needs a place to be honest with themselves. To be brave enough to tell the truths in their lives. To be open enough to share their dreams. I really think that getting it out in the open, in words and in writings is so powerful. A bridge from thought to action. It was a strange and wonderful feeling to connect with my younger self as I brushed my pencil over the page for the first time. I hope that one day my great, great grandchildren will cherish my journals/diaries and feel a little closer to me.