ordinary january 25, 26, 27 /February 8, 2014 by Carey

Ordinary life in January. I love them so much.

I french braided her hair for basketball that morning, and for a gymnastics birthday party (that was cancelled due to snow) that afternoon. It was so cute.

She decided that she MUST make a crown with hearts and diamonds. It was really quite remarkable. She's something else.

I shot these with my Nikon D800
Nikon 85mm f1.8
Nikon 50mm 1.4D
Sigma 30mm f1.4

"Only miracle is plain; it is the ordinary that groans with the unutterable weight of glory."
-Robert Farrar Capon

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart,
O take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

I'm a sensitive introvert who finds such beauty in the ordinary, everyday moments in life. I seek light. I'm mesmerized by it. I photograph and share my images in the hopes that you can also be blessed by the beauty I find around me.

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Happy Easter! I have an early companion this morning.

One handed cartwheels in what feels like FREEZING but is 50F. I’m a sucker for this light.

Gosh, I’m going to miss this spot of this house. Early school dismissal because of tornados and thunderstorms means this spot looks like dusk at midday.

GUYS! My #hummingbirds are back!!! Spotted this evening at the feeders in south central Virginia . I put three feeders out a week ago. Yay!!!

Wednesday evening I walked around the yard a bit. I went to the edge of “tree island” to get the redbud shots. Thursday afternoon I found the tiniest deer tick on my upper thigh. I had trouble getting ahold of the thing to pull it off. For the first time in four years I didn’t save the tick. Friday morning the area looked a little odd. And oh my goodness does it itch! This morning I had a raised circular red/purple area around the bite with a four inch diameter. So off to the doctor I went. I get a round of Doxycycline- how fun. And get to pray it isn’t from the alpha-gal issue so I won’t be able to eat meat. In case I haven’t said it lately, I HATE TICKS.

Spring break. Fun light.

Four years ago the Lady asked me if we could please have the “purple flower trees” at our house in Virginia when we moved. I had no idea whether I could make that happen. But there is one in our “tree island” and I have loved watching it bloom each spring. #redbud

If only she would learn to use only her litter box ..... she’d be the perfect pet.

Night before last, bedtime.

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With my voice dripping of ridicule, I declared, "What an idiot!"

My Little Lady immediately gasped. "Momma! You shouldn't say that!"

"What a foolish, foolish thing to do!" I justified. What person in their right mind would do something like that!?

"But Momma, that isn't nice!"

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The whole time I didn't know what to say. The whole time I didn't know whether this was happening for HER or for ME. Was I supposed to DO something with this? Or was I just supposed to be there, to be a calm presence, to listen? Was God trying to speak to my own heart through her words and her wounds? I felt almost panicked, not having time to think through all the options and what the one very right thing to do could be. I wish I could say I chose out of wisdom, but that's not true. I chose out of exasperation. I just tried to listen. To affirm her. To tell her I was sorry. So very sorry that it happened to her and she'd had to live through that.

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ordinary january 25, 26, 27 /February 8, 2014 by Carey

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