Vivid reds, oranges, yellows and vibrant hues between. The leave’s bright green suits are shed to reveal true colors come autumn. The reception is a glorious wonder. Pops of color race by as we travel through town. Neighborhoods are littered with golden dazzling ovals skipping down the sidewalks hand-in-hand with the wind. Ryder asks, “Why…
The golden hours of photography are in the morning and evening when the sun meets the earth in a warm hug. No matter the subject the light engulfing it is magical. Rory calls this golden light “pixy dust” and tries to catch it in her hands. I wholeheartedly agree. It is the time of wonder…
Cold gray rain is falling outside. The leaves are clinging to the trees for one last ride before they float to the ground to end their season. I am right where I want to be, in my warm home with a Cody-man on my lap, curled in his colorful blanket of reds, golds, and blues.…
“We are eating popcorn!” Rory yells to me from across the street. “It is kettle corn!” Hazel enthusiastically adds as they mirror each other’s handfuls to their own mouths.
When I was a kid there was one thing I strove to do with the utmost dedication – be my older brother Ben’s sidekick. Three years older, he was (and still is) one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met. Loyal, reliable, and has the most hilarious dry humor you will ever hear. My only…