It has been way, way too long since the camera was a part of my life. This evening I downloaded over 300 photos from the last three months. Sad! There were snow days and snow men captured, trees budding out, 100 blurry photos of Jane, some moon pictures, and pictures of the yard. Jane loves pictures. When she sees a photograph of something she regognizes, she calls out, "That's a picture of you!" As in, "Hey Snuppy [Snoopy, or Snuffleupagus], that's a picture of you!"
This weekend I took a few pictures in my old office, the kitchen. Oh, it felt so good. I want to find a way to capture my daily life the way I used to do, and also to fill it with the humble beauty and simple pleasures that made my day worth documenting visually. A challenge! And as always, I accept the challenge, as Clouseau says.
So here are a few pictures of our weekend. Damp, but fresh and living, with moments of stunning light. Also, I made stinging nettle pesto (recipe here, I used pecans). It was a success, and it is already gone. I would make more this weekend, but we're going to New York for the last concert (that's a blurb on LCD you see on the butcher block). It's going to be a whirlwind trip, particularly with a toddler, but it's the last concert, and when else are we going to get to be back stage at Madison Square Garden? I am so proud of my brother-in-law. Now really, here are some pictures!
This morning Jane said, "Take a picture," and then arranged herself like this. Hilarious. When we're in New York, maybe we'll try and find an agent for our young model.