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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He did not want to spend two weekends doing this. But I begged. Out right. I thought it would be as cheap as a plain metal frame. I was wrong about that. I thought we would knock it out in 1.5 days. I was wrong about that, too. But I was right that we would enjoy doing it TOGETHER and that we'd be so pleased with the result. The rails and support are left to go but I'm already giddy. It looks so good and WE MADE IT. And and and he hasn't gotten mad at way too perfectionist anal me once !!! (That I know of). I've tried so hard to let go! But really the plans are foolproof.

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Piano recital tomorrow. I know I take this same picture a lot. But I couldn't help it. When I see this I simply HAVE to photograph it. How could I not?

It was the shadow that I wanted to highlight here but when I went to edit it, I couldn't leave it darker.

Tonight I had planned to finish building a bed frame. Instead we worked on redoing a test About the state of Virginia that she didn't do so well on. But towards the end I saw this shadow and I wanted to remember how she sits on her toes on the chair.

"Momma, I'm not saying you have to stop what you're doing right now.... but I think you should look." She was very, very right. She sees the light, too, and that makes me just as giddy as seeing it myself.

I saw this about an hour ago and it made my heart happy. It's getting colder. The sun is setting earlier. But it's also setting in a different place on the horizon that sends that golden goodness into places that haven't seen it in some time. And for that I am grateful.

Now that she's back in gymnastics her cartwheel game is back and strong.

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