I find that I’m drawn more and more to using backlight in my images.
Category: 365 photo project
Sunrise through the fence
The sunlight peeking through our fence caught my attention this morning.
Swim goggles
Although we’re back at school, signs of summer vacation are still present in our house.This morning, rays of sunlight illuminated our daughter’s swim goggles, which are still hanging on the back of her chair.
Favorite Photo Friday: family photos
While my husband captures an image of our youngest daughter, our oldest throws in some bunny ears to elicit a smile.
Reflected light at the drawing table
In my constant search for interesting light to photograph, I noticed the window light, reflected beautifully from the white drawing paper to my daughter’s face.
Before a busy day
Here is an unusually calm moment in our dining room, before we start our busy day.
Playing in the new car
Today, the girls and I started our day by blasting the radio and playing in the backseat of the new car. We’re squeezing in fun where we can as summer break comes to an end.
Working together
I enjoyed this moment from the summer. Two sisters, working together, determined to fix a scooter by themselves.
Memories of the playground
This image brings back memories of playing in the playground next to my childhood home with the kids in the neighborhood. So many wonderful memories of playing together for hours, jumping, swinging, tree climbing, bike riding, rollerskating, and going on adventures are flooding to my mind this morning.
I moved away from the neighborhood and my childhood friends long ago, but my memories of those days with friends are still vivid.
This morning, I am thankful that I have recently found and reconnected with an old friend; I am truly enjoying sharing some of our favorite childhood memories and catching up with each other!
A Favorite Poem
After a day full of riding bikes, zooming on scooters, and running around in the yard, our daughter decided to take a break. She reached up high on the book shelf and pulled down an old favorite: Where the Sidewalk Ends.
When I heard her reading Shel Silverstein’s “Tree House,” one of her favorite poems, I captured this moment.
Tree House
A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all–
Let’s go live in a tree house.
keep opening doors 