A quick moment in the bedroom to stand in the afternoon sun. The kids have broken both tripods. You wouldn’t know it, because you can’t see it behind me, that there is a toddler jumping on the bed and about to whack his noggin on the headboard, or that there is a terrier beneath this frame looking up at me, barking about a filthy, soggy tennis ball at my feet. Or that the only pattern I feel this week is really he lack thereof in each day, as we stumble awkwardly towards fall: meeting teachers, new shoes, dental appointments, last-minute camping, knots in stomach and lumps in throat.
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You are fabulous– not only does your photo capture art– so are your words, art.
gorgeous my friend, absolutely gorgeous. xo
I love your photo and story behind it! It looks like you are alone in your own universe, still there is something more in the picture we can’t see. Just lovely.
this is beautiful… i love your shirt too!
I have the knots-in-stomach, too, plus insomnia.
Oh! Love this one!
beautiful Steph.
and I can oh so relate.
love this photo!
Fantastic photo!
Mike
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Sweet post.
I know you’ll link to my website..
Thank You