Capturing textures and details can be the best part of taking photos. I spend some time finding different lighting, color, and texture a few weeks back. It was time to take a small break from the fun family sessions that have been keeping me so busy!
I’ve known my favorite family with the big red barn for many, many years. Many of those years were without a photo of everyone at the same time in the same place.
When asked by Grandma Kathy to take photos of the many kids who have called the family property home, I was happy to get the camera out and capture a moment in time for her. It was a cold and very windy day- and everyone did their part to make it a fun and QUICK photo session. I see why there is so much of a Grandmother’s Pride & Joy in these photos as each grandchild brings laughter and happiness to her in their own way.
I have the opportunity to travel the state for my “real” job. I spend about 1 week a month away from home. This allows for a little exploration after the 8-5 day. I get to see towns and scenery that most people wouldn’t think to visit unless they were on the way to somewhere else. This month, I spent a week amongst the green, rolling Palouse. It was gorgeous. Every time I turned a corner, I lost my breath with the contrasting waves of color. There were charming little towns, old farm houses (swoon), and more empty roads than I’ve seen in a while. The southeast corner of Washington makes you feel like you are in the middle of America filled with prairie land and hometown pride.
Before the last big push to Autumn (and the glory that is leggings and wool socks), let’s take a minute to remember how lovely this summer was in the Pacific Northwest. The sun was out, the air was warm, and we had some incredible summer storms.
These little lovelies were taken at Ritter Farms in Cle Elum, Washington. A place that feels like home, was the scene of the first day of our marriage, and a constant reminder of love mixed with hard work.
Although I’ve grown fond of my current home, I don’t quite belong in the suburban area of Olympia. I am naturally drawn to the extremes of a big city or small town. Lately, it’s definitely been on the smaller side of things. This is best demonstrated when I use my spare time to do a little homesteading. This can be anywhere from using local flora for decor, or making preserves from local bounties.
After a trip to my Gram’s orchard, I found myself with two large crates of our family pears amongst apples and Italian prunes. In hopes of avoiding waste (and fruit flies), I took to the kitchen with mason jars and some patience. Pears were 1st.
The method is so simple:
Wash & Rinse
Cut pears in half
Remove the core
Peel and chunk
Add a squeeze of local honey and lemon juice in the bottom of each jar
Add the pears with some hot water
And finish in a water bath to seal
No unnatural additives, just pure, sweet home pears.