The baby sister

Is it always fair to say the baby sister is the spoiled one? My baby sister is turning 29 today and in my case, it's safe to assume this girl is a brat. It was always my mission to protect her, from when she was very little, through her teenage years, through stomach aches and heartaches, to her wedding day and still to this very day, I can only say it's an instinct of mine. I'm most proud of her, she speaks her mind, she doesn't take crap from no one, and she'll always and fiercely have your back. I couldn't ask for a better sister, well, the 3 others are not so bad either....but it's always the baby....

Clouds

My very first photographs that I can remember taking were of clouds. I would take some with the rays of the sun shining down and it would seem that God was just manifesting His glory. When I visited the beach in Florida the first time, I remember being so mesmerized by clouds and how they just seemed to close to the shore that you could touch them. These photograph is from Panama City Beach.

Just Because...

I don't always plan my photoshoots (even when I try they don't always come out as planned). This was Easter Sunday at my house. My sister-in-law is a stunning girl, today, she decided to wear heels that dwarfed even the tallest girl (me) (lol).

This girls lashes are 100% REAL too!!!

Petals

I don't think growing up I was a big flower girl, I didn't make a big fuss at my wedding about flowers, I just wasn't that girly about them. When I bought my house, the previous owner had a beautiful garden. She apparently loved the color purple because most of the flowers that bloom are purple. I have tried to save most of them, however, I just wasn't born with a green thumb....Mostly my problem is that I forget to water them...I believe that's what kills them.
But who am I to shy away from a challenge! These beautiful beauties only require me to water the once every 3 weeks. That's right up my alley! I get to admire they're beautiful petals and know that they're not depending on my for their every day nutrition...now if only the kids were that way...

A Day In My Life

This theme actually coicided with my birthday week and I was inspired to create how I would love to spend a day in my life...so we had an Alice in Wonderland inspired Tea Party...We had a great time, we created our hats, and just enjoyed each other's company.

Old Film Photo

This is a photograph of my grandfather, Agustin, in Guadalajara, Mexico in 1941. 

I have always had a fascination with old photographs. It reminds me of a time when photography was so serious and momentous because it was expensive to have photographs done. I love this photo in particular, not just because it's my Grandfather, but because, it's not one of those stiff, portrait photographs. It's a very photojournalistic photo of him walking down the street. There's movement in his pants and I like that his expression is not posed. 

This photo makes me miss my Grandpa...

Where I would take you...

Funny how growing up here, I never realized the impact my city gave the world on November 22, 1963. I grew up just a few short miles from the place where JFK was assassinated, in the very outskirt where his killer was later captured, I drive at the exact place where he was fatally shot at least 4 times a month, however, the impact, of this event hadn't resonated in my life.  I'm sure I was taught this in school but it's after doing my own research and seeing the movies and documentaries and of course, the conspiracy theories, I formed an opinion of my own. 

Almost every day there is tourist around down town, taking photos, making their own conspiracies and sparking conversation with the other people on that grassy knoll.

This spring break we took our own children to view the museum and the Dealey Plaza and the grassy knoll. While there, I shot this image and if you pay careful notice to all the people in the image, you can imagine what they are saying. There's the guy taking a picture of the X which marks the place JFK received the fatal shot. There's the other man, with his hand pointing and probably sharing his thoughts. There's the people in the grassy knoll, some just sitting, maybe they are imagining that very day, the people excited to see this beloved President, coming down the street in that car, getting a glimpse of the beautiful First Lady and her pink suit...

It may not be the best thing to be remembered by, but this is where I would take you. That maybe you can be impacted as now I have been by the memory of a President who did what he thought was best for the people. I'm not advocating any political message here. 

Just recognizing a man who stood up to a lot of injustices and who paved the way for equality and justice for all...