I’ve known Todd since middle school. Back when we were both skinny little twerps sitting silently on the school bus, staring out the window watching the cows go by. He’s been a great friend through the years and he’s just a darn good person. One evening I was in day three of self-imposed isolation…not because I’m a total freak, but because I had an insane amount of to-dos on my project list. Todd, probably feeling sorry for me, brought his work-his painting-to my house and set up camp in my kitchen. We both worked, in separate rooms, shouting the occasional obscenity and laughing. It was nice to have another living, breathing, adult in my presence for a bit. Not to mention he’s creative and extremely talented.

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Bread with Mommy
Mommy makes the best bread. I asked her to come over one morning and teach me the ropes of her family envied recipe and technique. Her experienced hands showed that dough who’s boss! We made what we call “Three Generation Rolls” where she rolled a small ball of dough and then my daughter and I did the same. We put all three in one muffin pan and it was very obvious which one of the three my mother man-handled. It was grey and cold outside and warm and delicious inside. Hope your not wearing your new shirt ’cause this post is mouth-watering!
St. Snow Day!
As I mentioned yesterday…it was snowing on St. Patrick’s Day. After the potluck, I headed back home with a car full of kids and friends. The light in the sky shifted when evening came and it looked like a fairy tale in my back yard. I tried to sweet talk the kids into going outside with me for a mini-shoot but they were too engulfed in a full on nerf war and wanted nothing to do with it…so Misti and Ben agreed to be my subjects because I would.not.stop bugging them about it. *cheese*
Wiffle Ball at the Farm
So this is a little dated (2011)…but the light that evening was magical. And dang it, these photos beg to be shared. When I look at these images I am transported to summertime evenings with good people, good energy and lots of…bats. Ball bats. And what better way to celebrate a friend’s 32nd than with a wiffle ball tournament?
Repurposed Dress
It was just a summery Wednesday evening. Danielle stopped by-I walked out carrying three wedding dresses. I greeted: “Wanna wear these and take photos?!” Danielle (unamused), being the type of friend who is always up for anything, replies, “Sure.” These types of questions are not too uncommon in my presence, I suppose. Besides, she’s a fellow photographer so she gets it. I acquired these dresses from a group of girl friends who once wore them on their wedding day. One evening we were all swapping stories of matrimony and the conversation led to the dress. Most of the stories associated with this garment were stories of sadness and pain and loss. I asked the gals if I could borrow their dresses for a week. I wanted to give the dresses a new meaning, to shine a softer light on their dim past…even if only for a moment. The photos below are the photos Danielle and I took that warm Wednesday evening.













































































