Christmas at Grandma’s

“Back in the day, I didn’t realize I’d have to tell this story so many times,” he said. “You come home from work every day and have all the stories and mine doesn’t compare to those. It’s not like the ones you write on your blog.” “But it’s YOURS,” said I. “I need to know…

My newly-defined role as a destination photographer has been a long time coming. First  there was that time in Germany when (as a fifteen year old) I walked around with not one…not two…but THREE film cameras.  I stood on a street corner in Heidelberg and knew I had been bit by the travel bug –…

I stood in the middle of a barn, meeting a horse worth more than any car I will *ever* own and learning about what it takes to own a horse farm (while wiping sweat from my forehead and swatting flies away), and realized how blessed I am. Yes, blessed. (Despite the sweat and flies).  I…

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness.  And happy memories. And happy pictures. And – especially – happy places.  You see, I have a lot of happy places. There’s the room in the mountains of Southern Virginia where I lived in for four months while recovering from pneumonia. There’s the rock on the shores…

I was groggy from my “little” afternoon nap intended t o combat jetlag without succombing to it. The 45 minutes had turned into four hours. And, really, sleep is important, so why not take an extra long nap? Groggy was gone, though, as I watched four white gloved, reflective-yellow vested begin an unknown pattern around…