I’ve used this poem before in a baby post, years ago, but it somehow seemed to just ring right with me this morning again. *** Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?†The old…
Yesterday was my parent’s 35th wedding anniversary. Thirty-five years ago, she was the nervous bride getting into her gown that her dad paid for. He was the anxious groom whose friends joking held him from running {we have photo proof!}. She smiled at him as her dad lifted her veil. He smiled back, thanking his lucky stars. The said their…
Overnight, the fog crept in thick and heavy. Country roads were barely visible, headlights were necessary even though it was daylight. Like magic, the haze slowly dissipated as we pulled into the small rural town leaving dense, life-less air in its place. In a church with no air conditioning, the humidity of the day could have posed a problem. Potentially….
I love weekends. Getting together with friends, unplugging for more than a few hours at a time, getting a little pocket adventure in…oh, they most certainly are the cream of the crop. This past weekend the fellow and I hung out at Sno Baron’s Haydays while our good friend was hawking his wares at a booth on the grounds. In…
I’m a strong believer in photos. Obviously, as it’d be silly to be in a line of work that I don’t even back. But, really, I’m a strong believer of the power of photographs. They way they effortlessly hold a memory near and dear. The way they offer a story, a conversation. We live in a strangely digital world where…