big balls for babies
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1/2 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
1/2 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
1/2 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
hello
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Karen at Shutter Sisters talked about hellos today. After I read the post, I realized I don't (think) I have any pictures of people greeting one another. My boys don't often say hello. They are getting better about it but still have to be prompted. So trying to capture the moment and get them to greet someone isn't easy to do. I haven't been able to do it so far. But I opened up Lightroom just to see.
I found this photo of the boys getting on the school bus. It was taken in February of last year. Did they say hello? Did the bus driver greet them? I don't remember. I know they do say hello to their bus driver and aide these days even though I can't see or hear them do it.
I will be paying more attention to how they greet people. Maybe someday I can even get it captured.
1/200 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 42 mm
I found this photo of the boys getting on the school bus. It was taken in February of last year. Did they say hello? Did the bus driver greet them? I don't remember. I know they do say hello to their bus driver and aide these days even though I can't see or hear them do it.
I will be paying more attention to how they greet people. Maybe someday I can even get it captured.
1/200 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 42 mm
oh baby! ring me!
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1.6 @ f 16 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
(Note for the wood family fans: they are taking a much needed break getting to know their newest member. They will be back as soon as I run out of baby things or ideas. Also, these rattles precede the Wood family. No mannikins have been harmed in the making of these baby toys.)
listening
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I am learning to listen to my inner athlete. Her voice is so muffled through all this fat.
There was a time when she ruled my body and I had to temper her voice so I could work. She was free riding her bike and loving the landscape fly by.
Her voice began to fade when I fell in love. She was still happy since there were endorphins available without the need to work hard.
Her voice could not be heard over the cries of the babies and the demands of my husband. Any free time had to be devoted to housekeeping or working from home.
The voice managed to be heard a few years ago and I joined the YMCA and gladly went 6 days a week. The exercise felt good and it was nice to be able to talk to adults.
Then a new thrill was discovered when I began to scrapbook. It was summer when us Floridians tend to hibernate. Scrapbooking could feed my soul when I wasn't free to go to the gym daily. My inner voice of creativity began to rule.
The voice of aging joints is the loudest voice these days. I know I cannot silence this voice anymore than I can turn back time. But perhaps I can let my inner athlete regain her strength and be louder. My voice of creativity applauds this and she is fed each time I walk through the neighborhoods and parks and look around. Sometimes she begs me to take my camera. Perhaps she can convince my voice of reason that I should get an iPhone so I can always have a camera with me.
1/100 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
Who do you listen to?
There was a time when she ruled my body and I had to temper her voice so I could work. She was free riding her bike and loving the landscape fly by.
Her voice began to fade when I fell in love. She was still happy since there were endorphins available without the need to work hard.
Her voice could not be heard over the cries of the babies and the demands of my husband. Any free time had to be devoted to housekeeping or working from home.
The voice managed to be heard a few years ago and I joined the YMCA and gladly went 6 days a week. The exercise felt good and it was nice to be able to talk to adults.
Then a new thrill was discovered when I began to scrapbook. It was summer when us Floridians tend to hibernate. Scrapbooking could feed my soul when I wasn't free to go to the gym daily. My inner voice of creativity began to rule.
The voice of aging joints is the loudest voice these days. I know I cannot silence this voice anymore than I can turn back time. But perhaps I can let my inner athlete regain her strength and be louder. My voice of creativity applauds this and she is fed each time I walk through the neighborhoods and parks and look around. Sometimes she begs me to take my camera. Perhaps she can convince my voice of reason that I should get an iPhone so I can always have a camera with me.
1/100 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
Who do you listen to?
oh baby! rattle #1
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I have this thing for wood baby rattles. I bought my first one back in 1991 for my nephew. I still have it after 4 boys and countless dishwashings. This is the first of several I have photographed.
1/10 @ f4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
1/10 @ f4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
oh baby! that feels so good!
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1/3 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
I bet your were thinking of something more risqué? Shame on you!
oh baby! welcome!
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Birch, Cherry & Chip Wood would like to introduce their newest member, Willow.
1/8 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
1/8 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
hope
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The post on Shutter Sisters today is about searching for hope. As I read the post, I feel bad for myself because I cannot just wander about taking photos. I think, If only I wasn't a single mom with 2 special needs boys. Then I stop feeling sorry for myself and watch my boys.
Yesterday, they played with some remote control vehicles they got a few Christmases back. They play with things for a while then lose interest. And it seems like they read my mom as I am thinking about purging something from their stash, they will again start playing with it again. Oh well, aren't all kids like that?
Today, Andy was going through the exercises he does in P.E. He was saying the same words the coach does as he leads them through. Ryan was following along. And as I watched them, I realized that I don't need to wander to look for hope. Hope is here in my home, with my boys. I hope that their future will be good for them. I don't really hope for a cure from autism, I wouldn't want my boys to be something else. I would rather hope for new treatments and awareness that they can live happily with their quirks and idiosyncrasies and learn to communicate better. I hope that one day they won't need me everyday. Please excuse the less than stellar photos.
Yesterday, they played with some remote control vehicles they got a few Christmases back. They play with things for a while then lose interest. And it seems like they read my mom as I am thinking about purging something from their stash, they will again start playing with it again. Oh well, aren't all kids like that?
Today, Andy was going through the exercises he does in P.E. He was saying the same words the coach does as he leads them through. Ryan was following along. And as I watched them, I realized that I don't need to wander to look for hope. Hope is here in my home, with my boys. I hope that their future will be good for them. I don't really hope for a cure from autism, I wouldn't want my boys to be something else. I would rather hope for new treatments and awareness that they can live happily with their quirks and idiosyncrasies and learn to communicate better. I hope that one day they won't need me everyday. Please excuse the less than stellar photos.
save the trees
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6 @ f 16 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
"Without the trees, we wouldn't be here."
save the date
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1/2 @ f 16 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
save your marriage
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.8 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
save your voice
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2.5 @ f 16 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
movie night
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1/2 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
save energy
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Cherry doesn't care for the fluorescent bulbs, but they do save energy & money.
.6 @ f8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
.6 @ f8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
change
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Today at Shutter Sisters, the post is about change. Farrah Braniff talks about how becoming a mother has given her a gift. I think the biggest change I have gone through is moving to Florida. It's something that I had never thought would happen. I never liked heat. I thought I was a winter person. But circumstances happened and we had a choice. It wasn't much of a choice, move to Florida with a job, or stay in Michigan without one.
We embraced the change. Mostly. As an architect, it feels like failure to move into a suburban tract house. But again, there were few choices. We had 3 days to find a house and new seemed the way to go.
So much has happened in these nine years. Too much for one post. I am still learning and growing and changing. This has definitely been a big fork in the road. I think we made the right choice.
We embraced the change. Mostly. As an architect, it feels like failure to move into a suburban tract house. But again, there were few choices. We had 3 days to find a house and new seemed the way to go.
So much has happened in these nine years. Too much for one post. I am still learning and growing and changing. This has definitely been a big fork in the road. I think we made the right choice.
save money
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.6 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
now
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It's what the day keeps telling me. Do it now!
Fortunately, I can tune it out pretty well.
DO.IT.NOW!
Fortunately, I can tune it out pretty well.
frustrated
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At me? At having to do these emotions? At his brother for not wanting to go anywhere? Your guess is as good as mine.
1/30 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
1/30 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
my favorite time of day
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It used to be morning. Before sunrise when the world was quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. My son has taken that time from me. He has claimed it as his own and gets upset if anyone is awake before him. I have had to capture a new favorite time of the day. It's one I don't get everyday so I can appreciate it all the more.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. But when they go to school, they become someone else's responsibility for a few hours. I am free to be me, do what I want, do what I need. It sounds selfish and maybe it is. It also reminds me that I am a woman first.
My Favourite Time of Day by Karen Walrond @ Shutter Sisters
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. But when they go to school, they become someone else's responsibility for a few hours. I am free to be me, do what I want, do what I need. It sounds selfish and maybe it is. It also reminds me that I am a woman first.
My Favourite Time of Day by Karen Walrond @ Shutter Sisters
bored
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Can you see it? Or maybe this is something else that I am interpreting incorrectly. There were some photos with emotions I couldn't guess. I asked Andy and he gave me answers but, I don't think he knew either. Maybe we should have had a recorder going as well.
1/30 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm
1/30 @ f 8.0 ~ ISO 100 ~ 50 mm