Bioreserve with Amelia

Spent a lovely afternoon in the woods with my lovely daughter…

we had a great time talking and laughing and taking pictures…

we tried (unsuccessfully) to scare the rest of the family when we saw them on the trail…

it’s nice to know that even though she’s a teenager, she still likes to climb things…

she insists on taking my picture even though i hate it, scolding “someday you’ll want them!”

we had a lesson on aperture… maybe she’ll be a photographer someday…

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Spring!

Some signs of Spring…

… are more pleasant than others

the girls thought they were just adorable when they stuck up their little heads

The Places that Scare Me

 

While tossing and turning the other night, an issue that is happening far too frequently, my thoughts turned to childhood memories. It bothers me that I have so few. When I try to recall events from my younger years, I generally draw a blank. Funny thing is, I started thinking about sleep overs I’d had, mostly in grade school, and I could recall in such vivid detail lying awake in strange rooms while my friends slept securely nearby. The strange noises of strange houses that were so different than my own. I can recall the details of these rooms far better than details of my own girlhood digs. The pink frilly canopy bed atop pink carpet at my friend, Kelly’s. The creaky wooden stairs outside Rena’s door. The Michael Jackson Thriller posters on Lisa’s wall. I longed for the sun to come up and the dark room to come to life again. Apparently, I wasn’t fearful enough to avoid staying over night with friends. It does have me wondering, though, if this isn’t part of the allure of travel for me. The discomfort of a new place that throws me off balance and causes me to wake up and notice. I’d like to think I live this way on a day to day basis, but I know that I don’t. The lull of routine gets to me and I begin dreaming of our next adventure. Vietnam, Japan, India… so many places I’d like to wake up.