Tuesday
Mar192013

thoughts on winter

Spring officially starts tomorrow. Today, when I woke up to snow plows scraping outside my window, I smiled and scoffed, "Oh, New England, you own our asses, don't you?" The previous week (St. Mark's Spring Break) had brought warmer temperatures and most of our snow had melted. But, alas, on this last day of winter, we got one more (hopefully one more) decent storm to send us on our way into Spring. I got up. I showered. I gave into the idea of a sweatpants day and came downstairs to start my morning. I put a kettle on and opened my curtains. Six to eight inches is plenty to fully blanket our tiny yard and pull sleepy teachers from their homes to sweep and scrape their cars and porches to get to school on time. Again I smiled and shook my head in disbelief at just how much snow I was looking at.

While there was a part of me that was greatly disappointed to see all that white stuff and while I long for sunny days, windows open all afternoon, and leaves on the trees again, there is a beauty in winter that I can't shake. As I sipped my tea and looked out my window, I was compelled to be still and accept the disappointment of more snow. In doing so I found, and have found all winter long, a great beauty and humility in being surrounded by this blanket of white. It is cold, yet fluffy and inviting. Full of death and slumber with life teeming underneath. The branches of the trees are bare and creak when they bend, but are full of life waiting to prove itself again.

I know Spring is coming. The promise of Spring following winter has never been broken. I can hope and wait expectantly for my sunny days and open windows listening to the leaves rustle in the trees. In the meantime I will be still and, in turn, find beauty in the things God is teaching me in this season. Lessons I may not fully realize until the Spring

 

Here are some of my favorite snapshots of our first winter here in Southborough. All images were taken with my phone on or around St. Mark's campus.

Saturday
Dec222012

raimondo/rodriguez // houston wedding

I've been looking forward to this wedding for a while now. Not just because it brought me back to Texas for a weekend, or because this couple is unbelievably beautiful and easy to shoot, or because I got to stuff my face with chips and salsa while dancing with a room full of dear friends...Though those are all great and legitimate reasons.

I've been looking forward to shooting this wedding for a while because Nicki and Andres are full of light and love and grace and kindness. And I simply just couldn't wait to see them tie the knot. They're going to do this marriage thing really, really well and I love that I got to see the very start of that journey on their wedding day. Cheers, y'all! And congrats to your wonderful families.

 

But seriously. These two are unbelievably good looking.

shout out to the one and only Meagan Weaver for snagging the shot of our groom watching his bride walk down the aisle -- boom!

 

Sunday
Oct072012

columbus day vacay // maine

We drove up to Maine on Saturday. We saw a lighthouse. We ate crab cakes and lobster rolls. 

Gus wasn't sure about all of the wind and breaking waves. His curiosity quickly got the better of him though and he was eventually bounding about, scaling rocks, and splashing in puddles.

The day was overcast and crisp. The sprays from the grey, blue Atlantic were cold but the burst of color from the surrounding season warmed us. 

It was a good day.

Monday
Sep172012

apple picking // eucharisto

My heart is full of thanks. Thanks for last minute outings. Thanks for sunlight through leaves. Thanks for laughter. Thanks for tiny hands. Thanks for light reflecting, illuminating faces. Thanks for wonder and new discoveries. Thanks for being able to share how I see the beauty around me.

Apples. I'm also thankful for apples.

Thursday
Sep132012

fall is here, hear the yell

It's not technically fall. However, I feel and see it coming. And I'm ready.