I love foggy mornings in Seattle. Quiet, calm, less chaotic than other days. Everything pared down to just what’s right in front of me. Foggy days just seem simpler.
I hate the wind, but Gem takes a different approach. She has a way of reminding me to look for another perspective. Last week the wind was still cold, but it was also exhilarating. Of course, being able to nuzzle into Daddy’s coat just makes…
I didn’t mind the snowstorm much at all. It was a minor inconvenience, combined with a bevy of benefits. My husband at home for a few extra days. Family play time in the snow. A little girl’s first snowman. Soup with grilled sandwiches. Hot chocolate…
It’s not her first snow, but perhaps the first she remembers. She offers up snowballs as precious gifts, then tosses them up in the air like so much confetti, squealing and laughing as the snow tickles her face. And when she catches a snowflake on…
I never imagined I’d be the kind of Mom who let my little girl play in a mud puddle in the middle of a Seattle street. Yet here we are… Don’t underestimate the value of mud puddles.
We got a couple days of rain last week, so I went out to see if I could get some good shots of the water collecting on the grasses. This last shot with the spider reminded me that Halloween is quickly approaching. Have you figured…