Contemplative Carter 365/16

Sad Avery 365/15

Avery was having a bad afternoon. Not all the pictures have to have them smiling...do they?

Yellow Field 365/14

Walking on tracks 365/13

Tutus n' boots 365/12

Writing in the Dirt 365/11

I chose to prepare dinner today over taking a new picture. Here's another shot from yesterday and the beautiful sky.

Sky 365/10

What a beautiful sky today!

Shadow 365/9

Blake & Kenna 365/8

I really like this picture of Blake and Kenna together. Very natural smiles for both of them which can be hard to do.

Path 365/7

If we could see what was at the end of every path, choices would be a lot easier to make. I would choose this path.

365/6 1/2

I couldn't resist. This is my actual pick but I had to put
the picture of Lance in there, c'mon.

Lance 365/6

SideMirrorView 365/5

This is not exactly what I would call my final draft but for the sake of my sanity and time I'm going to be "ok" with it.

Holy Water 365/4

I've cheated. Who knew I would? Who knew it would happen so soon? Did you really think I wouldn't miss a day here or there this year? I'm sick and not feeling well so I'm using a picture I already took, just not today. It's sticking with the theme for this week though, water. Just a natural occurence in our flower bed.

Umbrella 365/3

#2- window watching- Droplets 365/2

. . . I'd hole up in the castle, lonely and forlorn, an overworked and underappreciated princess, pining for my prince to come, ready for his white horse to prance and gallop on the horizon, eager for his handsome frame to climb the trellis and rescue me from this life of captivity.

. . . I'd sail the oceans of the world, bobbing and floating towards new adventures, the swathy spray of sea-mist only splashing my soul with delight and anticipation, the waves crashing down any barriers to freedom.

. . . I'd amble over lush hills speckled with wildflowers of all hues, picking and choosing the most delightful wedding bouquet ever to be hopefully clasped between a radiant bride's dainty hands, practicing my slow and noble gait down the aisle, eyes aglow, firmly locked on the husband of my dreams.

. . . I'd sing in all my hereditary tone-deafness, the silliest and lightest of songs wafting ceaselessly from the depths of my heart, the clouds my audience, the trees my choir, my voice running the staircases of octaves and notes endlessly and freely.

. . . I'd leap and run and dance, exuberantly and passionately, arms and legs flowing and flailing, the rhythm and energy of my body only surpassed by the radiance of my smile.

. . . I'd do all this and more- I'd get along with my sister, clean my room, stop whining, listen to Mom and Dad, eat my dinner even the green yucky vegetables, do my chores without complaining, take out the trash, turn off the lights- if only, only . . . it stopped raining.

Reflection 365/1

Here it is, the first picture for 365. After a few trial pictures of various scenes, and some pictures with Kenna, I decided this would be a fun one.