I don’t believe in publishing posts that only serve as filler – the ones that say, “I’m really too busy to be here today…
..stay tuned for another day.”
In truth, I’ve never been able to achieve it. I can’t sit here and open up a post and a line of discussion without it taking on a life of its own. It always develops into something, and what it develops into is what it is meant to be, I always assume. I am very busy. I’m writing an important article today, while editing photos from yesterday’s photo shoot. **My cold isn’t 100% gone, and neither is Des’ cough. Scarlet and Cassidy seem to be in perfect form, so I’m very pissed to be unable to shake this one. Yet.
As Alison said to me last week, “This too shall pass.” And of course, it will soon feel like it was never here at all.
What I have today is a photo share. A love share, if you will. These photos are from after I shot that wedding in Jersey in September. I often have several photo projects going on at once, so sometimes I’m very behind in my personal photography. I can be six weeks behind from one set, and yet, I immediately posted the photos when I went to the King Richard’s Faire. Priorities.
Although these are pretty special to me. I guess that’s why it took me so long. I wanted to handle them with love and care:
This is my sister and her boyfriend. They’re pretty adorable and it’s serious and all of that good stuff:
Bonus points for this. And for having my reflection in his sunglasses frames.
Then we’ve got these two:
Only Des could make drool look so photogenic. And my mom doesn’t seem to mind it all over her hoodie.
And then, we fly.
See what I mean? Love share.
I saved my favorites for last. Schmoopy, golden lake sun, beyond tired…love. Sweet love.
The location is Lake Hopatcong in New Jersey.
**At the time of publishing this post, my cold has just about passed me by. Tomorrow marks two weeks since the virus first entered the home, and all four of us seem nearly completely on the mend. We washed all of the sheets and floors, and scrubbed surfaces. We vacuumed the floors, ate soup, and made fires. There is the tiniest trace still here in Des and me, and I can absolutely feel the virus leaving our bodies and leaving this house. Whew.