over on Viewfinders this week, I spoke of cleaning out, purging, cutting through all the needless material stuff I have saved throughout my life.
However, there are some things to be held on to and passed down
from one generation to the next
They are the words, pictures, fibers and threads
of our story
very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home. each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station. one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”
“I’m waiting to buy my ticket,
the train is coming.”
working off that Thanksgiving dinner coma
If you accept a gift as something unexpected coming your way, like a photograph often does, coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of you. That’s a fine way to live.
A day of hiking and snapping with my son
the best gift
(video by Eric Licht @lichtthoughts)
one day with Izzy
all we needed was a little snow..
a week later, it arrived
“I know what I really want for Christmas.
I want my childhood back.
Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn’t make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.”
~ Robert Fulghum
*Many thanks to Isabella Ciasullo, Carol MacGregor of Happy Gatherings Photography, and Jill Porter of Petal Pusher’s Floral Studio ( for allowing us to play around your beautiful home).