Meet the newest member of my family.  Words cannot adequately describe the joy of celebrating new, precious, perfect life.  I was lucky enough to meet my youngest nephew less than an hour after we was born, and I’ve seen him a couple of times since.  He is so sweet and small (I’m sure he won’t stay that way for long), yet strong.  His personality and character already show, through his laid back demeanor and his serious look of intent.  This little boy is already so loved.

(These pictures were taken at 9 days old.  Thanks to his amazing parents for letting me be the obnoxious aunt who takes way too many pictures.)



Until next time.



It’s been a while since my last post.  I felt that I had nothing “post worthy”.  That even after an incredible trip to Honduras and then to Colorado, none of my photos or thoughts seemed adequate for this blog.  I have been back in California for just over a week now, yet my mind seems to be staying in “transition mode” longer than normal.  Whenever I travel, my mind is overwhelmed. Going from place to place, it’s as though I take a step back from the world and see things from a new perspective. So many things. It can be quite overwhelming, with so many thoughts, ideas, and realities coming into focus at once, it becomes difficult to differentiate one thought from another and the whole thing might as well remain a blur.  As I was talking to a friend yesterday I realized that it is not that I have nothing suitable to post, but instead I am still overwhelmed with photos, thoughts and stories which I am in the process of  trying to sort out.

This photo is one from my recent trip to Honduras.  It was taken during a two hour drive into the mountains on curvy, hilly, bumpy dirt roads along cliffs.  It was a beautiful drive.  Though not the most comfortable trip, I didn’t mind it at all.  For me, going is the easy part.  When traveling, whether by car, bus, plane, train, etc….you get to see parts of the world that you otherwise may never see.  You get a glance at different scenery and different cultures as if taking a silent tour through a live museum.  While you’re traveling, there is a sense of excitement; anticipation of what is to come. But once you arrive…that’s where the transition begins.  The excitement is gone, the unknown revealed.  Everything stops and you wonder, “what now?”.

Colorful Trust

Colorful Trust

While visiting my wonderful home state of Colorado this past week, I went rock climbing for the first time outside of a climbing gym.  When you don’t have man-made rocks to grip onto, placed specifically for your climbing use (like in a gym), you have to place a lot of your trust on your climbing gear…and the person at the other end of your rope. This was a bit of a challenge for me, as I’d rather rely solely on my own strength and capability.  Though I don’t know much about climbing, and I don’t know what these items in my photo are (other than pretty and colorful), I do know that they have something to do with keeping a higher-level climber than myself attached to the wall when there is nobody holding onto the end of their rope.  Talk about trust.



Something Worth Sharing

beach rock pile

(“Texture of Contentment” Carbon Beach, Malibu, CA. June 2011)

This is currently one of my favorite photos because it captures my favorite time of day on the beach where I live.  When the sun is just low enough that everything has a magical glow to it, the air is cooling off, the water is still warm, and the waves playing on the piles of rocks sound like a rain stick as I stand in the soft warm sand.  I breathe in the salty ocean air and exhale the day’s stresses and worries letting them be pulled out with the tide.