Day 7: 14 Days of Love - Photo Challenge

Some women like shoes. Others adore handbags or lipstick or coffee.  But me, well, I have a wee little problem with journals.  Yep.  Journals.   I love the possibility they hold.  The creative ideas waiting to fill the blank pages and the thrill of doodling on the sides of the pages and taping something in or a new brown fine tip pen to jot notes down into it and perhaps tuck a special photo in here or there.  Journals are my shoes and handbags!  I've promised myself today that I'm going to start a project and turn the music on and light a candle or two and enjoy the new snow from my loft window.  The sun is shining and can't wait to put the first mark onto the spiral bound pages.

Day 6: 14 Days of Love - Photo Challenge

Love this young man.  So proud of him and his drive to work toward his Eagle Scout rank.  

He just recently received his rank advancement and is already a First Class Scout 

and well on his way to his next advancement.

He amazes me everyday.

My First Class Scout

Day 5: 14 Days of Love - Photo Challenge

I love my family.

I love having time to read.

I love all things outside.

I love a good blizzard.

I love sitting in a boat on the lake.

I love hot tea.

I love being available to my kids.

I love my camera (yes, you can love your camera - just go with it).

I love pineapple banana smoothies.

I love writing in the snow.

I love the beach.

I love listening to music in a large church.

I love green.

Happy Tuesday.

Day 4: 14 Days of Love - Photo Challenge

Taking photographs has become a wee little obsession of mine.  I love the process of taking hundreds of photos and then finding one that just grabs your eye.  The expression on their face, or the lighting behind an object, or the mood that is created are all part of the hunt for me when taking photos.  I look back at all the thousands, yes thousands of photos that I have and wish I had started my obsession many years ago.  Oh the pictures I could have taken.   I guess I'm trying to make up for lost time.  My boys have been known to get a little irritated with the snapping of my lens in their faces, but I know one day they'll be thankful I took so many.  They'll never forget a moment of their lives that's for sure.  

Over the weekend, I went fishing with our oldest like I mentioned to you yesterday and while I was sitting and watching him fish, my eye caught a heart shaped rock.  This isn't the first one I've found there.  So many beautiful stones in the river and this one was waiting for me to pick it up.  It was cold on the bottom, but warm on the top where the sun had been shining on it all morning.   I snapped this photo and tucked it into my pocket for the ride home.  I have a collection of found heart rocks.    Today I'm sharing my pink river rock photo with you and hope it will make you smile, because I did when I found it.  (I took some liberties with the editing and became fond of the shocking pink that emerged as I was playing with it. It really isn't pink.)   Enjoy your Monday.

found heart river rock

Day 3: 14 Days of Love - Photo Challenge

Brown Caddis. 

Black Wooly Bugger. 

Copper John. 

Blue Wing Olive.
and
Dark Jujubee

He would stand in the cold water from 6:00am until 9:30pm if you'd let him.  All day. Every day. He is a fisherman.  It is now in his blood.  It is part of who he is.   There is no turning back.  Hook. Line. And sinker. 

my fisherman

Yesterday was fishing day (again).  Yes, I know it's February and February is cold, but when you have a fisherman in your home, all those rules go out the window.  If it's 40 degrees or above, it's fishin' weather.  So off we headed after an early morning basketball game to the river.  It was beautiful actually.  No wind, but warm sunshine all day, so the 44 degree temperature felt more like 55 degrees (well, kind of).  

I followed him around the outskirts of the river videotaping his every move and knot tying minute for a school project (that's why we had to go you see).  It was so nice to just be.  And, to be with his smile and hope for "the big one" made the entire day wonderful.

The fisherman beside us caught a 19 inch trout and instantly the energy increased.  The "they are really in here and I'm going to catch one" excitement increased once again.   He quickly took the fisherman's spot as he left and headed down the river to a new possibility under some sagging branches.

He casted and casted and waited and waited.  Fishing is a patient man's sport.  Very patient.   He was persistent, but at the end of the day, with only one quick hook and the fish coming off, we were still fishless.   But, in our house, the saying goes.  

"A bad day of fishing, is still a good day of fishing."   

So happy I got to spend this time with him.  Beautiful company, great conversation and a great day of fishing.

heart shaped river rocks from our day of fishing.....second time i've found them while fishing with my big guy.