Change

Change is all around us. Most of it we can't control. Some we can. I have had a lot of both in my life lately and I'm learning to embrace it. As my life is taking a new direction I decided it was time to take the blog down a new path as well. I will be posting a travel journal of sorts to document our simple journeys and I would love to share it with you. Welcome!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Make-believe come to life

If you had a dollhouse when you were a kid raise your hand.  See my hand waving in the air? I loved my dollhouse and haven't seen it for many years, but thanks to the internet I found a picture of one just like mine:


Wow, it takes me back.

My dollhouse was outfitted with furniture just like this:


Hours of fun, I tell you.  Wonder what happened to it?

Fast forward 20 years.....


Carrying it on the next generation, Bobby and I built one just like this one from a kit  for Amy for Christmas when she was about 9 years old.  It took much longer than it should have because we had to work on it at night and hide it during the day.  We finished it in time, though!



We even made some of the furniture.  I recall a little velvet bed and some carved chairs.  Then there were some odd pieces we came up with, like a miniature porcelain grand piano.  That dollhouse saw a lot of action with both girls.  I think it is packed away in a huge box in the attic.  Maybe Brooklyn will enjoy it one day.

All this nostalgia brings me around to my original intent for this post:  a website I ran across the other day with this awesome life-size dollhouse!

source

Seems the artist Heather Benning has a fascination with dollhouses too.
You must go here or here to read more about it and see more pictures.

I am completely smitten with it!

I could go on and on about how absolutely awesome I think it is, or just let the pictures say it all.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Chasing the sunset

or,
Why I need a zoom lens


While out camping this week Bobby pointed to the west and gestured for me to grab my camera.



The sun was a blazing red ball of fire falling through the trees.


As I headed toward the bank of the lake for a clear shot, the sun raced me.


 The closer I got to the clearing, the faster it sank.


The buttery ball was disappearing before my eyes.


I never got the 'money shot'.


I breathlessly stopped my pursuit as it slipped from view. 

I will be after you again, Mr Sun.  Me and my zoom lens!

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