These are the stars in my backyard. I have never photographed the stars from any other location. We are planning a trip to California this summer with friends and I am so excited about…
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This time last year I spent a lot of time alone under the stars. When I lost my mama I felt the like night sky was a safe place for the rawness of my…
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I may as well call this season the season of stars. It sounds much better than the season of my grief. I just keep finding myself here in this place of quiet. There are…
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I am walking under the night sky again. I skipped a day again yesterday on this project. I am in a tough season and I am learning grace for myself. I was very weary with…
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I have spent a lot of time under the stars since Mama died. Maybe it is the peace I find here under the quiet. All the clamoring voices of the day have surrendered to…
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In contrast to yesterday’s grey post, here is an image of the night sky, brilliant with color and movement. The clouds were moving so swiftly that my slow shutter captured them as pure color…
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The stars have become a source of comfort me in this season of grief. Tonight is no exception. The sky is lovely on the farm tonight. Wispy clouds stream color and texture to an already…
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I am a fan of winter stars. The trees in their most vulnerable state elegantly frame the starry sky. It is a picture of the beauty that is often found in fragility. I have…