With the bitter cold outside and leaving the house in the darkness only to arrive home in the same darkness, I hear a lot of people wishing for spring. And that's great! The groundhog saw it's shadow, so spring is right around the corner in these parts, or so they say. And not that I won't welcome the coming of warmer weather, heck, I'd be be happy to see the damn grass through the rock hard shell of snow and ice that has taken over my backyard, threatening my every step while walking the dogs in the morning. But for me it's something different. I'm longing for the summer light. And not the harsh morning light that shines in through the bedroom window, too early to bare. And not so much the light of the setting sun,that seems to take forever sinking into the distance. But instead, that magical light that sits on the freshly picked veggies laying in abundance on the window sill in the kitchen. The light that washes across the beach, late in the evening, as we stroll the shoreline. The light that exists right before the stars take over the sky. The light that that kisses your sunburned shoulders and draws the fireflies into the yard. How much longer will I have to wait for that precious light to get here? Not much longer I hope.
While I'm waiting, and longing I do have a few good things to look forward to. This weekend newborn shoot with Erin, for one thing. And how can it go wrong with a prefect little baby and these amazing newborn caps, made by my wonderful and talented cousin, Kristin. Thanks again.