Can this be the last photo of 2016?
But wait! I’m not feeling ready to stop this daily photography practice. I have been so encouraged Jenny Stein’s 365 group on flickr, as well as my readers here on the blog — and I’ve learned so much about photography this year. Sharing photos and words most every day has nourished my inner life during this full season of mothering and homeschooling, and I want to keep the momentum going. I haven’t yet settled on a project for 2017, but I’m certainly going to continue in some fashion.
Tell me, what personal creative projects have you committed to for the new year? I’d love to hear your project ideas (photography as well as other pursuits). Thank you so much for your encouragement, family and friends — near and far! And Happy New Year!
Aunt Kim gave him a wooden camera for Christmas. He knows exactly what to do with it.
Inspired by an article in the most recent issue of Taproot Magazine, the girls have been making tiny books. They asked me to sit down with them today during Wallace’s nap, and in less than an hour all the surfaces in our school room were covered in paper and tape, glue, scissors, and fabric. Ellen said, in her matter-a-fact way, “Mama, you are really good at making messes.”
“All the prophets were poets. And if you don’t know that, you try to literalize everything and make shambles out of it. A metaphor is really remarkable kind of formation, because it both means what it says and what it doesn’t say. And so those two things come together, and it creates an imagination which is active. You’re not trying to figure things out; you’re trying to enter into what’s there.”
— Eugene Peterson
(From an interview with Krista Tippett, onbeing, December 26, 2016)
I am outside at dusk.
It is cold.
Here we are,
in winter now,
wrapped in her cold, white beauty
she holds us
She beckons to us — silently
she invites us
to enter in
to the cold,
Grandmommy gave the girls an old suitcase filled with thrifted dress ups for Christmas. Today their cousin came over, and the three girls dressed and redressed all day long. It’s lovely to see a gift that doesn’t get old . . . even for the older girls.