View from the Prairie Box

Name that guy. And the location. Twenty Prairie Box points to the person who answers correctly!

This shot is deceptive… In reality, I’m looking down on my parents’ backyard (grass on this side of the fence, under the snow that is), out onto the little lake behind their house. The lake, too, is covered with snow.

From this angle, however, I can imagine anything beyond that fence. An ocean? A large field? Fog covering mountains and a large field beside an ocean? Tricky job photographing snow, I suppose. And yet, I’m happy with the composition of this photo. It’s fun to dream a bit about what is beyond the fence.

I couldn’t help but post two photos today. The first was an easy pick… I like the way the snapshot is framed and I like the all the bright clothing colors in the white snow. The second photo? Well, I couldn’t pass up posting it here. It is so very Livia. Not one to spare a moment for great drama, Liv is caught here in the moment before letting out a shriek to wake the dead. She got, are you ready for this?, SNOW on her FACE. COLD snow. VERY COLD snow. Yes yes, she had been playing in 7 degree weather for close to 20 minutes and nope, that totally wasn’t any issue. But the COLDNESS of the snow on her FACE caused great anguish, now heard by all residents within one square mile, and that ended our play outside.

Fine with me. I wasn’t thrilled with the cold either.

Consider yourself warned. Actually, the parks I’ve visited yesterday and today didn’t omit offensive odors whatsoever. (The people I’ve been hanging with? Well, wish I could say the same. Ha.)

It was unseasonably warm in Lincoln, Nebraska, today and we enjoyed spending a little extra time outdoors. I anticipate a long winter ahead full of indoor activities—or outdoor activities where I’m incredibly uncomfortable in the wind and the snow—so today was a boost in morale for me. I feel like I’ve done a bit too much running around in the last day or so, all in the best way possible, but I’m really looking forward to a do-nothing kind of Sunday tomorrow.

Hope you enjoy a restful, worshipful kind of Sunday, too.

Twigs with fur coats and alien tree pods.

Sometimes it’s not the best photo you post. It’s the one that captures a memory you don’t want to forget.

My daughter at age four. Her determined jaw and curling tendrils of hair. The fact that she’s snipping cubes of paper even though we started cutting strips for paper chains. Her still-chubby fingers learning to twist the paper just so, then wrap small pieces of sticky tape around them. Her sweetness in crafting with mom, and wanting songs for bedtime, even though it meant going to bed right away rather than staying up late for more play.

Sometimes a photo is so much more than a picture.

We got a shout out on Shutter Sisters today! How cool is that?!! Just last night I was surfing the site, clicking away on each contributor and making mental notes on the contents of their camera bags. Shutter Sisters is an inspiring site for me, so it’s exciting to get a mention from them. They’re also hosting a giveaway each day of December. So stop by, look around, and maybe win something!