243/365: lone daisy
I have long been a fan of the simple beauty of the daisy. Sometimes it’s harder to see the everyday flowers. Isn’t that true of anything we love once it becomes familiar? It takes something to shake us out of our same-old eyes to realize all over again how stunning it really is.
230/365: sunrise, lake harriet
One of my favorite parts of summer is my daily sunrise yoga practice at Lake Harriet. Friday morning was particularly glorious: a cool, late summer breeze, pink-tinged clouds, the lonely screech of sea gulls and clank of sailboat moorings. It was all so beautiful I had to pull out my iPhone to take a picture. I’m so glad I did. I want to remember that August morning long after the snow flies.
Thank you Lake Harriet Yoga Project for the wake up calls…
224/365: zola on the bars
This is an apt portrait of my daughter Zola. She is particularly dogged about doing what she sets out to do (note the tongue sticking out to express true determination). She is also a cheeky little monkey.
The monkey bars never stood a chance.
Yep. Now it’s summer.
201/365: local sweet corn (first of the season)
Everything, all around, is so lush and green. This scene just struck me in its austerity.
I love the contrasting cheer of the bright yellow flowers -a hint of the visual racket outside the frame.
192/365: branches & weeds, lake nokomis
the heat of the sun
the flutter of wings
the children’s laughter
the cool of the creek
the buzz and the breeze
the drip and whirl of time
191/365: damselfly
One of the highlights of Fourth of July at the cabin is the Side Lake parade. It’s got everything: waving princesses in convertibles, families on floats, marching bands in full regalia, and plenty of candy flying through the air. People line the streets with camp chairs, cars, and coolers. Everyone’s decked out in red, white, and blue. It’s a tradition that reinvents itself every year but always remains true to our memories of parades past.
186/365: sweet pea
Sometimes I avoid photographing the lilies. They are so beautiful, it just seems too obvious somehow. But, this year, the lilies would not be ignored. The stems were laden with show-stopping, drop-dead gorgeous blooms in such abundance, clamoring for space. Lush and fiery, they stopped me in my tracks every time I passed by.
176/365: tiger lilies
The hours are always golden in the company of those we love most. Thanks to all our dear friends for warming our hearts and lighting our lives. That’s what it’s all about.
159/365 golden hour / coulee sundown
It’s all about rites of passage this time of year. Graduations, last days of school, weddings. Doors closing and others opening. It’s a bittersweet time.
As a child passing through these milestones, I think it’s mostly sweet. At least, that’s how I remember it. Everything exists in the present moment when you’re kid. You think about things in the future & past, sure. But, really, it comes down to giving all you’ve got to the moment.
155/365: tug of war
