Thursday, March 29, 2012


As I pursue my new love of photography, I'm discovering how much I prefer to shoot subjects up close.

  There's something about catching every detail that fascinates me. 

I went on a hike today with my family along a trail that runs close to the foothills in Boulder, CO.

A very cool place.

My goal today was two-fold: chronicle my family's moments on this hike and find subjects to shoot 
up close. 

I caught this.

An old, weathered tree branch.

I was amazed by its crumbly, flaky texture.

It's like I could peel pieces of the bark off the tree. 

Joining with Darcy at Life With My 3 Boybarians for herProject 52 Photo Challenge
Each week comes with a new theme.
This week's theme: Details

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Looking Through A Fence...

My newly 2 year old...looking through a fence at his brother's soccer game...

Joining in on Sweet Shot Tuesday with Darcy at Life With My3 Boybarians.

Friday, March 9, 2012

P52 Week 10: Be Still...

The stillness of a room and all the things that sit/stand within it.

My newly turned two year old's toddler's room.

Will soon no longer be his room when he makes the big move to join his two brothers in their room.

I took this picture on a quiet morning.

These are his animals, his baseball cards,his piggy bank...

To think it will all soon be a memory. 

Joining with Darcy at Life With My 3 Boybarians for her Project 52 Photo Challenge.
Each week comes with a new theme.
This week's theme: Be Still

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Thursday, March 8, 2012


He lays here, still. 

My usually active two-year old baby.

Now, watching his favorite Thomas episode.

Feverish and sick.

His head's on my pillow and he's covered with my blankets.

I sit next to him. 

It breaks my heart a little to see him feeling so bad. 

It heightens my anxiety, too - this 104 degree fever.

Fifteen minutes ago, he clung to me saying "Hot, Mom, Hot" over and over again. He was burrowing into my arms, just wanting to be held.

Giving him the Motrin was just as hard for him as it was for me. 

Giving him hugs much easier.

So I held him close after, wishing my hug, like magic would just heal him, and he fell asleep in my arms.

He's beginning to squirm a little, kicking his feet.

Good, the Motrin must be working.

A gleam of light in the midst of anxiety.

But being the Mama I am, I continue to sit by his side.

Friday, March 2, 2012


Picking up where we left off with Alex and Kayla...


"It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf..." 13 year old Cameron began.



"Dusseldorf, where's that?" Alex's dark eyebrows rose.

"Germany, Dad," Cameron answered, his eyes sparkling. 


Kayla laughed gazing at Cameron's boyish face, watching those blue-grey eyes sparkle.  He had eyes like his Dad.  Stormy. Turbulent. 

Kayla loved Alex's eyes.  Romantic. 

She looked over to Alex who grinned.  He knew exactly where Dusseldorf was. 

Alex's eyes met hers.  How could he not?

September 27. Last year.  They were both there. 

Walking through the narrow streets.  They had just had dinner and were holding hands, the wine still surging through her.  Alex held an umbrella up over them and kept leaning over, whispering sweet nothings in her ear...

"Hi, gorgeous're so sweet...and beautiful...and amazing..."

He blew into the side of her ear.

"My heart's racing, love..." he breathed, his New Zealand accent, thick.

Kayla grinned, both inside and out. 

"Stop," she breathed.

"Never," he whispered.  He gently kissed the space behind her ear.  "Sweet're my world, you know?"

"Oh, I thought it was your acting career." She turned and her lips met his in a soft kiss.  He kissed her again. 

She smiled. "I feel raindrops, Alex?"

"Ooh..."  He adjusted the umbrella he was holding over their heads and leaned in.

"Don't," she pulled away.  "We're in public by the way."

"In plain sight.  Luckily no one recognizes us."

"You never know where the papparazzi can hide."

"I don't care if they snap a picture of me kissing you," He leaned in again.

The umbrella he held wobbled again as he leaned into kiss her again.

"Sweet Alex.  Later."

The smile on his face was silly.  His eyes sweet and adorable.  She relished the moment. 

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. 

She opened them again a moment later and was surrounded in darkness. 


The same darkness that was always with her.  The carried her through endless time and space. 


She wanted to hold on to this moment.  She wished to look into those eyes again.

No, No, No, Alex!

She had to see him.  

She pushed, trying to force her eyelids open.

"Kayla?  Sweetheart.  Kayla!"  Alex's voice.  Desperate.

I'm trying Alex, I'm trying.

She pushed hard.  All her might.  Through the darkness.

Her brain felt like it was one minute from exploding.

"Kayla!  Oh my...oh my..Kayla!" Alex's voice cracked above her.

The light stung.  Blinded.  She didn't care.  She pushed further.  

Oh, the light hurt so much yet she continued forcing her eyelids to open.

"Kayla," Alex breathed quietly. "Kayla, baby.  Baby.  You're waking up.  Don't stop.  Keep pushing."

She blinked rapidly.

The light filled haze in front of her was beginning to disappear.

"Oh Kayla," Alex breathed again, his heart filling each word.

Sweet happiness enveloped her.

She was looking into stormy blue-grey eyes. 

She got her wish.

This piece of  fiction is inspired by a prompt at Write on Edge that asks the writer to write a story starting with the following opening line "It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf..."