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Spring in Richmond [Rocketts Landing Photography]

Spring in Richmond

Rocketts Landing

Finally, finally, finally~it’s spring in Richmond (no jinx). After 3 straight weeks of sub-zero temperatures, accumulating snow  and ice storms, singing song birds and bouncy robins came out in droves, the daffodils all poke from underground and the sun shone every so brightly!

Daffodils Rockett Landing

Daffodils Rockett Landing

Blues skies abound and the James River at Rocketts Landing pulled our car in as we headed off on Saturday errands. It was a pitt stop we were more than happy to make.  The area is so rich in its history. We walked around and talked about the wars and wondered how many men-how much blood was shed underfoot.  My husband even shed a tear gazing at the American Flag wind-ripping into the backdrop of the  bright blues of the sky. (It’s up there-look carefully.)


Libby Hill Richmond VA

Libby Hill Richmond VA


Avoiding the several inches of thick mud, we laughed as seagulls claimed their skyzone aloft before swooping down to bob on the very high and swift rapids of the James that day. No sooner did their body hit water after fighting the wind and they were zooming south in backwards motion only to start all over again. I don’t think they made any real progress, but it was fun to watch. Apparently they were enjoy the first signs of spring as much as anybody out there. So, we walked, we discovered, we touched everything along the path, attempted to climb trees, scraped knees, mounted pretty steep steps, admired the city, took in the riverscapes and saw the barren winter trees with a promise that new life is right around the corner.  I’m so thankful for a day to be out and to be with my family!  If you haven’t been down around the area lately, go check out Rocketts Landing and take a stroll. You’ll be happy you did!



Cancer Cannont [Midlothian VA Photographer]

What Cancer Can’t Do


Cancer is so limited...

It cannot cripple love,

It cannot shatter hope,

It cannot dissolve faith,

It cannot destroy peace,

It cannot kill friendship,

It cannot suppress memories,

It cannot silence courage,

It cannot invade the soul,

It cannot steal eternal life,

It cannot conquer the spirit.

(I can not find a source for this sign I saw)

Can you guess where I’ve been?

I’ve been loving, hoping, exercising faith. I’ve been finding peace,

 being comforted with true friendships, reliving and even making precious memories.

I’ve been digging up courage from deep down places, protecting my soul in all  the Lord is and longing for Heaven.

I’ve been fighting to have the same spirit that I see in my mom as she fights for her life. Hospitals, Cancer center, nursing home. Home. I’ve been with my sweet Mom.

And let me tell you something, that will change a person.

It hasn’t made me who I am not; it’s been said that what’s learned in the light shines in the dark.

It has, however, allowed me to reevaluate my time, my priorities and my life.

It has brought to a place where the overflowing cannot be contained.

Cancer. Time. Family. Faith. Friends. Memories. Inspiration.

It’s time to share my all with you.


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Uprooted. Brain Tumor [Midlothian VA Photographer]


June 8, 2014.  For a couple of weeks it looked like Mom was having a bad reaction from an overdoes of pain meds-it was text book ‘too much’ followed by the same ‘withdrawal’, but it wasn’t that. Visits and phone calls were leading me to realize something was wrong.  After a few hours in the ER that Sunday, it hit me that something was really wrong-and we were soon t to find out just how wrong it was.  There’s a lot to this story, and it’s still unfolding day and night by day and night whether we want it to or not, and though I do want to share it with you, I don’t want to tonight.  Since that day in the ER 3 weeks ago, it seems to have been one loooooooong day, but tonight’s story is a little off track of Mom and all her brain tumor has-very sadly and unwillingly- enlightened us to.

Dad was born today 76 years ago: June 29, 1938.  Gram died this same date– what seems like yesterday but has been years. Even before this year, this news, this tumor, June 29th was a bittersweet date on our family calendar…I was just praying we’d make it through it with no more to add than Happy Birthday, Dad.  Today a meal was delivered to Mom and Dad’s house. This is something that others have been doing for a week now.  In and out the door they will come as they drop off wonderful meals to sustain my beloved parents in this time of need. It’s always easier to be the giver than the receiver, but as it turns out, my mom does both with the utmost graciousness. In fact, she’s a blessing to all who are meeting her in her cancer journey already. I’m not surprised…and neither are you if you know her.   I was holding up to the window some old x-rays when a little purple jeep pulled in the driveway. Soon, my husband led the sweet woman in the front door and to the kitchen.  No one knew her. She dropped off a hot homemade dinner of salmon, steamed veggies and pound cake with mixed fruit (yummy).  Somewhere in the mix she shared that she doesn’t cook much at all, yet here she stood in Mom’s kitchen (where she’s spent the better part of her life sharing her own love of baking and cooking with all she knows) delivering a meal.

“Is that your mom in the car with you?” my husband asks.  And then we heard her story.   That jeep was on its way to the Peaks of Otter where a cemetery held residence of her late sister who died, not too long ago, from cancer.  She and her siblings were getting through these tough months in a different way and with more steps forward than her mom was able to manage. So it was another trip to the cemetery for her in hopes that her mom could somehow find enough strength to make it through a few more weeks without her daughter.  Until she pulled away and my husband used the wall behind him as a bit of a brace, I didn’t know she loved rescuing dogs (we LOVE our dogs), or that she was looking for a new place to live, or that she didn’t even know my parents.

Money wasn’t flowing freely through her hands.  Cooking isn’t one of her passions.   Her schedule wasn’t empty.  She had no steadfast friendship to foster with Mom or Dad.

She just signed up and showed up.  I don’t even know why, but I’m sure glad she did.   This is how great our God is…he sends angels right to our front door.  Thank you, Lord.

Thank you to today’s special angel.

I hope you didn’t get rained on at the cemetery today.

I pray you get the return blessing 100 fold.

Psalm 42:8
By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me– a prayer to the God of my life.



Finding beauty all around [James River Richmond VA]

Finding Beauty All Around Me

That’s the answer when someone asks me what I love about photography.  What?  Look around, everything I see, I see beauty in.  My family knows that when we’re leaving the house I need my purse, my keys and my camera.  Why? Because if not,  there WILL be something that I see to which  I’ll  exclaim, “I wish I had my camera with me!”

Spring is hesitant to show after this year’s long winter, but that made no difference to me as we wondered down around the James River in Richmond, VA the other day. I was, true to how the creator put me together, finding beauty all around!




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