101 – 110/365 with a grateful heart.2025

those begging eyes

three ballerinas all in a row

a puppy + a prism

soon to be peaches

book on the bed

batman + a bubble

batman + a boat

peachy

late night Luke bread
which he refuses to eat

tradition but without all the kids

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).pink tinge

i didn’t know.

something happened,
and it took me months and
months and
months
to realize it.

i must have bumped a setting
on my camera
without knowing it
because my white balance
was slightly off
and all of my photos
were
a tinge pink.

and when i took pictures,
i could see it in my viewfinder.
the pinkness.
and yet,
i didn’t realize what had happened.

i was beginning to think
and believe
that everything around me
was slightly pink.

i wasn’t happy
with the images that i was taking.
they just didn’t sit right
but i didn’t know why.

i assumed that i was the one who was off,
not my camera.

so, i became
less and
less
interested in taking photos.
photos that i usually love taking.
photos that breath life
into my sometimes weary soul.

and then, about
NINE months
after i had
unintentionally altered that setting
in my camera,
i realized what had happened.

now, everything is back to the way that it had been.
back to the way it should have been.
back to the way it really was all along.

when i look through my viewfinder,
i see
what life really looks like.
i see
things the way they are.
and let me tell you,
things are not slightly pink.

it makes me wonder
what else i might
be seeing incorrectly.

091 – 100/365 with a grateful heart.2025

feeling the love

new light

her homemade pies are unmatched

tree silhouette

simply the best in every single way

farmers

mugshot

delivering the goods

stop looking at me swan
birthday drop off

his light shining

that is all.recipes

i’ve got one that is already in college
and the second one has a foot out the door
and i have had the harsh realization
that all of my recipes are doubled
and that is no longer my life.

salt in my coffee (honest reflections).gram

i smell my grandmother in the mornings of june.
a mixture of eucerine and toast
with a little bit of coffee mixed in.
and the blooming happy flowers brought to my nose
by a gentle southern california beachy breeze.

it is on the
gloomy
overcast
misty
mornings
that really bring those smells out.

and i still pinch myself
that i get to live in the same state
that i visited my gram in
each and every june since i was seven.

i also take great delight in
the fact that we have nearly identical
washing machines.

i relish in this time of year, especially.
or maybe it is just the birds chirping
the way that they do.
that might be it.

081 – 090/365 with a grateful heart.2025

a gift from God

spring break shenanigans

he’s the captain now

a worker out the two story window

the long drive home

our backyard

snuggled in between the littles

unofficial team mascot

for the first time, inside is definitely better than outside

homegrown

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