Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Day at Rambellwood

Morning... early....
an angular girl swings a wicker basket onto her hip,
and climbs the stairs to put away the laundry.

She grins when she catches sight of the camera.

Mid-day, with rain sliding down the windows...
Warmth pervades the kitchen...
and potato soup awaits our cold limbs.

Afternoon, and the children skip outside...

Followed covertly by a blue eyed photographer.

The wind whispers against trees laden with light...

While the sun turns the children's heads to gold...

And leaves jewels of light in their sparkling eyes.

The day melts away,
fading with the sound of children's laughter
and the dimming of the yellow sun.

- Emma

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Another Kind of Heaven

It has happened once again. I have caught a glimpse of what is
beyond thrilling.

Truly! I have had dreams, of walking into an antique store...

Stumbling upon a room laden with vintage and antique
dresses, hats, gloves, shoes,

and jewelry...

Well, mostly dresses,

Gorgeous vintage dresses in all the most beautiful colors,

On sale!

Only this time, Johanna went,
and I heard not the splendid tale until after the fact.

She was beyond rapture. Her camera was very busy.

There was only problem.

We could have none of it.

Everything was much too small.