Monday, August 30, 2010

He's All A Blur

I love our front yard. I love the little pink and red rose bushes & I love our cliche little white picket fence. When you think of what the cliche represents--safety, security and comfort, all that American Dream-y stuff--um, yeah, sign me up. We don't own the home and not everything about it is exactly as we would have it if we did own it (one of our bathrooms is slightly "Lost Weekend in Las Vegas" themed, but whatever). But for now, it's ours. And the front yard is one of my favorite parts of it. Especially now that it doubles as Ethan's soccer field. Every night he wants to be out there, kicking and blocking and running around being 4.

I've gone back and forth about this blog--will it be all moody shots of things that strike me as beautiful or will it be just a regular old documentation of my every day life (much of which, incidentally, also strikes me as beautiful)? I've decided that it will probably end up being a bit of both. I'm not a photographer; I just like taking pictures. Of my child in particular. If I get some other things in there here & there, super. If not, he's pretty easy on the eyes, I promise.

4 comments:

Corinne said...

I think you are a photographer :) Own the title my friend!

Hyacynth said...

Yay! You're in, too! This is going to be so fun. :)

sarah said...

I love you two. That is all. Love.

Judy said...

I agree -- I think you ARE a photographer and a good one at that!