A child's prayer

A Child's Prayer

To my dear friends who's life trials have brought them to their knees, please know you are not alone. I think of you often. I hope you find strength. I hope you lean into the pain. This too shall pass.

Love always,

Carrie Mae

Isabelle Elaine

I love this child. I love her vinegar and her attitude. I love her bull bullheadedness and her spice. But every child, particularly little girls, have a side that is untouchable. Serene. I love this little girl. Tired from running, my niece sits in the middle of a dandelion patch. Because summer is closing its doors, the once petaled heads of the flowers are now soft, fluffy orbs that beckon to be wished upon. Facing the sunshine, she gently blew the seeds from their base and watches them dance across the sunshine. For a moment all that is left is the reminiscent aspects of heaven that exist inside of her. Exposed only in a moment of silence, but never ever lost. I love this child.

The start

They say the hardest step of every journey, is the first. I tend to agree with that, for the most part. However, this is the picture that spurred my desire to take pictures that most people miss. I was camping in Strawberry when I happened along this moment. It wasn't a hard step to take, it was almost compulsive.
A back lit image of a grandpa and his granddaughter walking back to camp. Her little legs were moving twice as fast as his, and with every step, she skipped. Harmony.  His face tells the story though. Although he is looking forward, you can tell where his focus really is. On that tiny hand that fits right inside of his. He looks strong, attentive, protective almost. I think she is floating. I have no idea who these people are, and I hope to someday give them a copy. But for now, they are a story of beginnings. Thank you.

The Groom

Collins-Guymon Engagement

Tylee Anne

20 minutes with Alexis. :)