Williamsburg Wedding

When John and Abby said "I do," they committed to stand by each other. It was a gorgeous day in Williamsburg, Virginia, on the campus of William and Mary. John and Abby said their vows in the Wren Chapel. Filled with great joy. Filled with great hope. And filled with abundant love for each other. It was a privilege to take part in their wedding, and I am honored to be their friend. Here's to making new memories, looking forward to the adventures around the bend. L'chaim! 

 "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." ~C. S. Lewis

Signs of Spring

The green shoots are pushing up through the earthen ground. The air is pungent, fresh, filled with life. And I am drinking it all in. I've been cooped inside for too long, and am impatient to revel in the sunlight. It is difficult to focus on homework and senior projects when the outdoors are beckoning. Soon the blooms will burst forth, and my yard will be sprinkled with vivid colors. Soon, I will graduate with honors. My college days are drawing to a close - the end is in sight. May cannot come too soon. 

 

 

 

Nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small - we haven't time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time. If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see that I see because I would paint it small like the flower is small.

So I said to myself - I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me, but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it - I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.

~ Georgia O'Keeffe 

Portrait of Princeton

During my spring break, Dad gave us the grand tour of his beloved hometown. It was John's first visit - a welcoming introduction. Over the course of two days, we ambled around Big Springs, strolled into Newsom's Old Mill Store, and enjoyed scrumptious cupcakes from Mrs. McLovet's adorable little cupcake shop - because "there is always room for a cupcake." Newsom's smelled like a preserved piece of history. Fragrances of hickory smoked hams, crinkly old newspapers, tanned hides, cloves and spices and candies - wonderful earthy scents wafted through the doorway as we stepped inside the dimly lit general store. As we explored the quaint town, Dad reminisced about his history. He pondered and recollected fragments of memories. While we were there, he reunited with his half-brother, and I met my uncle for the first time. It was a weekend of pleasant surprises and was sprinkled generously good ol Kentucky charm. Dad reconnected with his roots, and I had the privilege of hearing and seeing him engage with the past and the present. It was an honor.

       

     

 

  

Wonder Filled Gaze

A day in the life. We drove down to Kentucky to move Dad's equipment and tools into his shop as a surprise. During his absence, John, his brothers, and their mom pooled their resources together in order to pour a slick cement floor in Dad's mechanic shop. After the floor settled, John and I drove down to help Josh and Tracey set up the shop. These images tell the story of our day. They capture the joy and wonder that Gabrielle and Jonah have when they play and explore.