For 2014, my group of 10 on 10 friends and I have decided to switch gears and collaborate on a new monthly project titled “the Kaleidoscope Project”. Basically, we post whatever we want once a month and then cheer each other on because we love photography! Yay! This month, I chose to highlight a very uneventful, lazy winter Sunday at the Wilsons’.
Up next is Janine Coveney, posting all the way from Queensland, Australia…
We were lucky enough to have my in-laws and Mom visit before Christmas. I had big photographic plans for all of it, but sometimes the camera is just too cumbersome. So here are a few bits from the past couple of weeks. Merry Christmas to all! xoxo
It looks like someone enjoyed a romantic evening here. So romantic they forgot to pick up their trash. Idaho is so beautiful. And these are just the foothills. We opted to do something new and fun this year- purchase a $10 tag and cut down our own tree from the forest. Climbing the hump at Camel’s Back Park is always a workout. Watching my Mom heave herself up through bursts of laughter was priceless. The Boise Botanical Garden lights don’t quite compare to New Orleans’ City Park but the crackling fire barrels, hot chocolate and snowball fights made up for it 🙂
I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life. ~Rita Rudner
It recently occurred to me while picking on my husband’s flaws, which I’m often inclined to do, that he too endures my faults. The difference is that he does so quietly. Behold, my husband: a man who withstands, provides for our family, likes to take it easy, is a kid at heart and rubs my feet on the daily.
Now mosey on over to Bee Chalmers for a lil’ slice of awesome.
small children provide a continuous background soundtrack of screams, squeals, crashes, giggles and overall pandemonium. so when the air is unnaturally calm and you can suddenly hear your own thoughts, you immediately recognize that something is not right. a mild panic sets in. is the toilet not flushed? did the front door get left open? where did i last leave my camera?
and so i found wyatt, atop his own makeshift ladder, probing the junk drawer for gum. for a few short minutes i allowed him to revel in his naughtiness and enjoy piece after piece after piece after piece. and then i cut him off.