I don't know why the children keep growing up so quickly. Big man is not even two and he just started wearing 4T clothing. That just doesn't seem right. He also talked to Grandma on the phone today and called her "grand, grand". I keep telling him he's my baby, but he just says, "Jake, Jake". I suppose he's right Jake is the littlest baby, but that doesn't mean I want him growing up so fast. Just being a "gushy mom" as the big boys call me.
but I made the family pull over so I could take a photo of this barn. It was the middle of the day and the sun was so bright, but it was just so fabulous. I didn't have any explanation of why I wanted a photograph of someone else's barn from them. I had to giggle because the rest of our trip was filled with "Mom, how about that junk yard? Don't you want a photo of that?"
I had no idea what I was doing a few years ago when I took this photo (photographically speaking). I was just shooting photos and enjoying the results. I want to do that again. Some days I feel so frustrated with the camera. It doesn't do what I want it to. Today was one of those days... I've been trying too hard. So I've been looking back at some of my favorite images.
Whit's learning to drive and big man was in the car during one of her practice sessions. He started yelling "We're all going to die. Tell mother I love her!" Apparently it was all said with a huge grin on his face.
I happened to have my camera with me (very rare when I got out) when we stopped by the fabric shop my mother used to own. The big girls were recalling all their memories of the time spent among the bolts of fabric and quilts. Their favorite memory is the button machine.
They were small enough that they would climb inside and play with all the buttons. I would have to "frisk" them before we left and return all the buttons found in their pockets.
When I asked the ladies at the counter if I could photograph the button machine, they remembered when I had helped them cut their fabric. It was fun to recall these memories, not to mention picking up a few fat quarters as well.