Portraits of my lovely birdies, Wren and Phoebe. Once a week, every week of the year.
I couldn’t choose just two photos this week. So many great ones, says the biased Mama. Both birdies were sick last week and Chris was out of town so we hunkered down in our nest. We had about enough of that by the weekend so we headed to our downtown WinterFest. Just what we needed.
First up, the big sister.
Wren played three rounds of frozen putt-putt. That’s right, 27 holes.
Next up, the little sister.
Portraits of Wren and Phoebe once a week, every week of the year. 6/52
Tiny Phoebe is always on her tip toes. And she keeps us on our toes too.
My beautiful Wren with her dimple peeking out through her tendrils.
Portraits of my birdies, once a week, for every week of the year.
The snow! It keeps coming.
It finally warmed up so we could get out in it a bit and feel it on our fingers and cheeks (and tongues) without screaming. Joy!
Portraits of my birdies, once a week, for every week of the year.
Wren plants paperwhites. Hopeful!
A mushroom springs up.
Phoebe Jane – having lots of fun with the puppet theatre.
Wren concentrating on her letters.
Impromptu reading time after gymnastics. The birdie sisters. xo
Weekly portraits of Wren and Phoebe
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Together. Bathing Birdies. These hugs don’t last long, but they sure are sweet.
Wren says, “take my picture, Mama.” Great face-framing, curly tendrils, this birdie has.
Phoebe likes to wear my “big girl shoes.” I love her piggie tails. Oink, oink.
Portraits of my two birdies every week of 2014.
Phoebe Jane with her BWinks owl. Joyful! Pure sunshine.
Wren Sabina drawing. Concentrated. Working hard. Inspiring.
This project is inspired by the 52 Project. Will you join me?
Portraits of my two birdies every week of 2014.
Phoebe Jane at 26 months.
Wren Sabina at 4.5 years.
This project is inspired by the 52 Project. Will you join me?
Sometimes when I have the camera around my neck I feel like I see things in a way my Dad might, or at least I am hopeful that I will. The lines at the Northport Boatyard caught me eye and I had to grab a few shots. I know almost nothing about boating, but there is beauty in the mundane, no? Enjoy.
I overheard a couple of the boaters talking as I was grabbing a couple shots. “What is she taking pictures of, the lines?” Funny looks were exchanged. A chuckle. I felt a bit smug that I was enjoying a tiny bit of the beauty that they walk by fifty times a day. Sometimes it takes an outsider’s eye to draw our attention to what’s right in front of us.
May your day bring you beauty in the mundane day-to-day routine. Enjoy!
Don’t forget the beauty in the messes…
