Sometimes I like to revisit the past. I love looking back; it leaves me with warm feelings. If fills me with love. It reminds me that life is really good. I’m not claiming life is perfect and always filled with happy days. There are bad days, there are sad days and all in-between but with these photo’s I pulled out of the archives I was reminded that sometimes my most favorite photos can be blurry and imperfect. I was getting slightly down but trying to tell myself it was no big deal that I had requested to be part of a photo site called crate and in this site I think my photos could be sold. So many of my talented photo friends were accepted to this site. I sent my request nearly two weeks ago now. I have not heard if I have been declined or accepted but I’m leaning towards the decline. I’m trying to be okay with it. The whole compare thing starts eating away at me. Especially as I see all my friends being accepted. I try to tell myself, it is what it is and also that whatever happens is meant to be. I take pictures of things yes. And food for sure. But the pictures I love the most, the very most are the real live moments in my life. Blurry, imperfect, happy and sad. I document my life as much as I can. Why? Just because so like on days like today, I can look back and say life is BEAUTIFUL. Life is good and in the ordinary I find such extraordinary and I already feel so much better. Please if you have just a tiny bit of time, I share two dozen pictures I dug up of these ordinary, extraordinary, blurry, happy and some sad days to share with anyone who wants to take a gander.
The day we played in the rain & mama bear decided to joinafter school…homework and choresNeighborhood play and boys! Mom’s that stop by to play games on the kitchen floorHomework on the roofgames at the laundry mat because the washer at home brokeSummer evenings in the backyarddinner at the table, just us twoJumping on beds in fancy hotel roomsmeloncoly days, when someone you love lay dyingsomeone you love lay dyinglaughter with my mamablood being drawn and boys who pass outJust sitting on the roof hanging out….boys!Dinner at the table with family who just so happens to live right next doormoments of purposeful serious weirdnesssurgery and brave little menMore homework on shiny tables and hurt fingershair cuts in the middle of the kitchen jumping in with your clothes on a not so happy daydinner at the table with family, the ones we happen to work withsore legs and pimples in your 40’sfriends in your kitchen & husbands who think to photograph itLittlest and only girl, growing up doing her own hair