Western Roads
Out through the northwest and back through the south. Nineteen states and 6,800 miles later, we are home with our hearts stretched wide.
Out through the northwest and back through the south. Nineteen states and 6,800 miles later, we are home with our hearts stretched wide.
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
In my memory, June is a chilly and outrageously drippy month in our part of the world. What has come over this one, full of radiant blue-eyed days?
This dessert is good enough to be eaten warm from the oven, without strawberries, as a coffee cake. With berries, it’s Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
Sometimes my life spins more quickly than I can follow. Here are some snapshots from the past two weeks. We spent a precious weekend with our second son on his home visit. He said that when I took him back to camp, he wanted to show me Eagle’s Point, so we packed a lunch and …
He was my first baby – now thirteen months old. His hair was brown, his eyes were striking, his grin was quick. I thought he was perfect.
I found that the words distracted from the images, and the images from the words. Which post speaks louder? Does it depend on who you are?
Take a chunk of meat and cook it over open flame, drizzle it with the best of barbecue sauces until it’s sizzling and moist and just the tiniest bit burnt…