Father's Day 2012

To the one who taught me that a farm fresh egg is the very best - driving me to a neighbor's house to gather their eggs. Here are my chickens and my eggs.

To the one who tried so hard to get me to eat that fresh tomato at Grandma's that one time - to which I absolutely refused (you know how I hate to forced to do anything). Here are my tomato plants.

and my strawberries and my peas and my blueberries and my watermelon and my carrots.....

 

To the one who shared his love of roses. Here are my roses.

To the one who shared the quiet and intuitive way of working with animals and children. My life is filled with them.

 

To the one who told me that I would find myself in Colorado. You were right.

As your daughters grow and have become adults themselves, they don't forget their childhoods and the love you gave to them.

Happy Fathers Day, Dad.

Love, Molly

pt 2 {A (farm) Baby Story} #186

So you read Pt 1 {Here} about #154. Well 6 months later we got to meet #186 who was born on September 26, 2010. #154's mother is Yellow 25 (year she was born/number in her herd) - an older cow who had many calves. #186's mother is Red 25 and a heifer: meaning this was her very first calf. This birth was not as smooth and easy as the previous post's. It was the morning of the large Rappahannock County Farm Tour. We plan for months for this day and we expect hundreds of people to come tour the farm. The cows were in a field close to most of the activities so people could see that we actually have animals (the farm is large so there are times when it may seem we do not and only because they're at other ends of the farm). We noticed in the morning that Momma was getting ready to calve. It was a beautiful, warm morning. There wasn't much preparation needing to be done - we were just doing final touches and waiting for tour-goers to arrive.

Just before 10am, I went out to the field to check on her. She hadn't had much movement but sometimes these things take time. Mike agreed to let me watch her - with my camera - and so I did. I kept my distance and kept checking in with her. She'd be up and down and up and down and pushing and up and down and pushing. I saw very little movement and just the very little tips of those front feet (calves normally come front feet first followed by their noses on top of their legs). I began to worry as she definitely was in more discomfort than I had seen with the other cows throughout the spring calving season and the fall season thus far. Mike kept coming out to check on her and I said, "I don't know, we may have to help.". He wanted to wait just a bit longer. You don't want to intervene if it's not necessary. During one point, cars started coming down the driveway but I just felt I needed to stay and keep an eye on her. I stayed at the far end of the field and watched. She would lay down and push and push and push (no movement) and then get up and follow a teeny orphan calf we had around and lick him. Then another contraction would come and she'd look at her belly confused - it really seemed like she though the orphan was hers and it was a done deal.

At one point, I got closer and said, "Momma, if you need help, you have GOT to give me a sign." At that point she let out the loudest bellow and looked right at me. "Got it." I really felt that was her need. Mike came shortly after that and I told him I think we need to help. He watched her for awhile and when she laid down again he checked her. She didn't move - she was exhausted and call me crazy but she knew we were helping. She knew this was not how it should go.

Mike felt around and said, "His head is huge, I think he's stuck." At this point you start to wonder if the calf is alive, you start to wonder if you need to call the vet or if you give a little assistance if that will do the trick. I set the camera down and tried to assist (My Dad later said, "You put your hands where?" Well...you don't think about it, you just do it!). As I did that, I hear a car drive by and coming out of the window, "Look, kids, a calf is being born!". Oh my, please don't stop and watch - this might not be what you want the kids to see right now. Mike asked me to get some rope to put around his legs. Ideally, if you're pulling a calf, Mom is standing up and you can use gravity to pull down and out - this lady was not getting up, we had to pull without that help. I rushed back to the barn to inform Cliff - the farm owner who was speaking with the MANY tour goers that had arrived in that time - that we may have to call the vet. You don't want to lead on that it may be a sad day for folks visiting the farm - can you imagine a more "downer" visit to a farm if you had a dead calf?! By the time we got back out to the field Mike had delivered the huge (live and health!) bull calf and Mom had already stood up and walked swiftly away from the scene. This was one of the larger calves we'd had for as long as we could remember - Mike thought he was at least 85 pounds.

Those that had arrived at the farm for the farm tour had been expecting Mike to give a cooking demonstration at the exact time #186 was born. They were disappointed but the farm comes first and this baby needed help and you didn't want those hands cooking you food at that point in time. ;)

#186 / Left: hours old Right: 1.5 years old.

The farm tour went well without anymore special needs. Oh, except did I tell you we had a litter of piglets born that day, too?

 

Loving my life, Molly

pt 1 {A (farm) Baby Story} #154

pt 1

A Baby Story but that of #154 and #186 - no, these weren't two human babies received horrible names, it's 2 calves: #154 and #186 - two bull calves born on March 26, 2010 and September 26, 2010 at Mount Vernon Farm in Sperryville where we now manage and live. And they do not have names because, well, we do live on a farm, and these animals are raised for consumption. I love these calves and I love their Mommas and you know what, that makes me so very grateful for what they give my family in so many ways. They give the gift of life. I am very connected to my food and while it may not be for you, please respect my decision to be (and those like me).

I recently checked in these little fellas who are just 2 and nearly 2 years old so thought I'd share their births with you. Birth time on the farm is my absolute favorite. Our cows are very used to humans since we have close interaction with them each day. I respect their space and read their signs to me as to how long I stay or how close I get. Most of our cows are comfortable with us being around. One cow in  particular was having a calf right on the fence on our busy driveway - some very lucky folks on a tour got a very nice surprise and even emailed us a year later saying they were still marveling at their luck.

The mother of #154 was a cow that had been on the farm for a very long time (you'll notice her udder was very stretched and low to the ground); docile, a great mother and a great producer of calves. Her previous calf was a heifer #123 who needed help nursing due to Mom's udder and mastitis. So we knew with this next one, she'd have the same routine. I was out in the field and saw that she was near calving so I went and gathered my camera. This was my first photographed birth on the farm, I think. I remember it was chilly - March 26 - and my hands were freezing by the time it was over - which was only 30 minutes later. He was one of the first of the season (if not the first but I cannot recall that now). What I found so interesting is that during this time, all of the other cows were casually napping and chewing their cud feet away. It was so normal. "What's the big deal?" kind of a feel. I was in awe - and hooked - so this little fella came out with ease and kicking. He's been a spunky little one from the very beginning - not mean, just spunky. I have a warm place in my heart for him since he was my first photographed calf birth and enjoyed watching him that spring with his friends running around the field. So here's #154 - a handsome little bull calf.

Left: Birthday & Right: 2 years, 1 week old

#186's farm Birth Story is posted {here}.

--Molly

{Baby's 1st Year} Happy 1st Birthday Serian!

A little background: When Seri's brother Corwen was just 5 days old, we did his first photo session. Since that day, I have photographed Corwen nearly every month (I really think we only missed two or three months since the beginning). He turned 3 in December. We started his sweet little sister's portraits at just 6 days old last spring (or perhaps she was 5 and Corwen was 6 days...either way...) and I have photographed the two of them every month since then. Little Miss Seri turns one TODAY! I cannot believe how fast the time has gone by. I have hundreds of images of these two and I'm in complete awe when I see them all together. I think one day I should publish a book of their lives so we can see from the very beginning. To document their growth is something very special for me; I'm honored to be invited into this time of their lives. I love these two little kids and cherish the friendship of their parents.

Here is just a quick recap of Seri's first year. I have so many more images and hopefully some day you will get to see them. And Corwen's images? Not to worry, I will show them soon someday too.

Seri - you came into this world very certain of who you are and with a smile that can light up the world. You are very loved, little one. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Interested in a Baby's 1st Year? Contact me for more details. One Month, Every 3 Months or Newborn/6mo/1year available.

--Molly

{Gratitude Part 1} Admitting You Need Help

Got your attention? While I've known for awhile that gratitude is the key to growing positive things in your life, sometimes we forget - whether for a day or many days or even months. Recently, I listened to the audiobook The Power by Rhonda Byrne. She was the author of one of my other favorite books The Secret based off the Law of Attraction. Ah, it seems so simple and do I have news for you...it is. Sorry. I've played with it over and over and it's right on.

So, back to gratitude. Part 1, today's post, will be the first for many to come. You may not even read it but it will be my admission to the Universe that I AM grateful. Here goes.

For as long as I can remember I have always been the one to pick up slack, I've been the "go-to". Need something? I'll be there. Animals need a home? Yep, I'll take them in (or find a home for them). I really could go on but I'll spare you. You can see from my website that I most definitely keep busy but it's hard to admit that you can't do it. You can't keep up with all that you have committed to. It's hard to swallow that pill especially when you've been the one to help others that need help.

I used to help run a horse rescue. When we moved to Virginia, we adopted one of the horses and moved her here. She is beautiful and sweet and ....aging. Oh, an aging horse, that is something I haven't had to work through yet. They need more love and care and it can happen right before your eyes and before you know it, her ribs are showing more than before, her shoulders/withers are bonier than usual, she's moving slower, the other horses are picking on her, and you have a different horse in front of your eyes. That is hard to see.

So you give her more food and you blanket her at night and you save up to pay for massages to ease her aching muscles but you don't see improvement, in fact it seems to be the opposite. You also know in your heart that this isn't something to be chalked up to, "Oh, she's just getting old, that's what old horses do." No, you know that she could look better even for her age but you can't seem to get a handle on it. Enter the deep feeling of failure  here: tears, guilt, frustration.

So after too many months of "trying to figure it out", I asked. I looked up to the sky and said, "Please, please help me give her the best life that I can. If I'm not to be her home then please find her the best home. Please because I just want her to be healthy and strong and safe."

 

Two weeks later through a connection of friends, I found a new farm for her to live only 10 minutes from my home. She's still "mine" (but really she'll never be "mine" - she's her own soul) but she lives with three other horses who dote on her and love and protect her. They take care of her like the others in her past two homes have not. She's accepted. Not only that but immediately she began to gain weight and the sparkle in her eye started to come back. She is on the same amount of food but the difference is stress. (Ah, I'm seeing another blog posting formulating here!)

Even my anxiety level has gone down significantly. I know she's safe and loved and taken care of. I can see her whenever I'd like and I'm responsible for three feedings a week - something that most definitely helps with my hectic, ever-changing schedule. I no longer stress about making sure she's fed each day.

That brings us to Gratitude. Who am I grateful for today? First, I'm grateful for my husband putting up with my anxiety throughout this whole thing and for being my support with her. I'm grateful to the friend who helped me find this new home. I'm grateful for the farm owner for allowing her to come live at her house with open arms. I'm grateful for her new horse friends who watch over her. And last, but certainly not least, I'm so very grateful for the kind, loving soul of the woman who watches over my girl each and every day.

It's hard to admit you can't do it. It's hard to admit that you need help. But it is such a relief. A huge, huge relief. And it's OK that I needed it.

Who are you grateful for today?

--Molly

Do you have an aging horse? Know you're not alone. They are more work and they do need and deserve extra care. There are people out there willing to help.

If you don't have a horse but are willing to help someone in need? Reach out - it will mean the world. One of my favorite non profits is Traveler's Rest Equine Elders Sanctuary in Virginia. They are always in need of help. It's a beautiful sanctuary for the "Equine Elders"; did you know some of their residents are pushing 40 years old?

Baby "S" / Newborn Portraits

I met this family through a gift certificate (yay for giving something unique and fun!) that was given to them for their wedding so they decided to use their gift certificate a couple of years later for to photograph their new baby boy. A beautiful, sweet, proud, warm family. At 5 weeks old, little personalities start to show up and "S" had lots of great faces to show us. Welcome to the World little man - I think you are going to have a beautiful, loved life!

P.S. : I have a soft spot for Jack Russells (I've had two in my lifetime) and LOVE the shots of their girls. If you want to smile, spend time with a baby or with a Jack on an adventure.

Thanks for stopping by! --Molly

A New Calf

I've photographed calves being born a few times now and someday I'll blog about those, but today is about the calf that was born this morning: the unplanned pregnancy calf. Mike and I woke up EARLY this morning to two of our dogs fighting in the hallway then we looked out the window and saw a dead sheep (long story - later - predator problems) and a cow going into labor...and it was only 7am. Today would be a day. It's 11:30 am as I'm writing this and so far the rest of the day has been excitement-free. Ok by me. I'm looking out my window and now see new mom and baby boy laying in the grass. Mom is licking her baby and that makes me very happy indeed.

I walked out this morning under a heavy fog and found Mom and her friend - who's also due any day - in the far end of the field. It is outside of our calving season; it seems we have a determined neighbor bull who has gotten into our fence and this wasn't the first time. We'd rather not have calves in January but we can't do much about it.

There are many things I find beautiful about birth but what I also find interesting is how the mother cow knows exactly what she needs. She walks, she lays down, she pushes a little, she stretches her neck, she gets up again, she lays down again, she takes a long walk. It's all part of the birth process. I start to think about human births (which I also photograph) and wonder how a mother can lay in one position on a hospital bed. Don't you need to move? Anyway, back to the cow.

I do keep my distance and found it very sweet that her friend would check in with her and then leave and then come back. She was also curious about what I was doing in the mix. I had to go feed the horses so I left them. I would have loved for this little one to arrive while the fog was still around but an artist can't always have their way! When I came home she had just had a baby boy/bull with the sun brightly shining down on them. I'm loving this farm life thing. I now introduce you to Mom 611 and Baby 74.

Why Everyone Needs a "Me" during Family Photo Time...

So, I'm a professional, I can take my own family portraits right? Wrong. I've tried on numerous occasions to take our annual family photo. We didn't even do one last year because I just couldn't think about gathering everyone. See small story here. But this year I promised I would do it. I wanted to have something of our family - especially since Dex joined us in March. I knew I couldn't also add in the horse and definitely not our other new addition of the year - Millie the cat - but thought I could handle the 3 dogs, myself and my husband.

Ugh.

So it starts. Ok - set up the tripod, get the exposure correct (yay for overcast, evenly-lit day - that helps!). Gather husband and 3 dogs. Did I mention we have 3 dogs. 3 dogs with very different personalities. Maggie is the sweetest and will do whatever you ask of her even if she's just not quite sure. Dexter aims to please but he's also a bit skiddish - he is a border collie afterall. And Izzy, oh, our sweet little INDEPENDENT/Jack Russell Terrier, Izzy. Izzy who won't do something if she really doesn't want to....yep, really. Izzy actually loves the camera when it's on her own terms and usually if it just includes her - yes, I'm serious (she was also a recent "Cover Dog" for a local magazine, more on that in another post later).

So, they are gathered, tripod and exposure set. Timer set. Ok, ready, go. Fail. After about 8 minutes at this location, Izzy decided she was "over it." and went with her tail tucked underneath the deck. I tried to sweet talk her, Mike said, "If she doesn't want to be in the family photo, then she's out." Aha, I've heard this conversation many times during client photo sessions. I can easily now relate. Our middle child is sulking. I also can see a foreshadowing of our future roles someday as parents to human children. But that wasn't all...

We move to location #2. Immediately that wasn't working. It was just inside of our fence and all they wanted to do was go outside and go for a walk as we do everyday.

We move to location #3. Gather everyone again, get the exposure ready because by  now the clouds have parted and we're getting spots of sun. I knew I'd have to act fast before it came out and ruined the exposure. Dexter clearly had other things in mind at this point. Maggie was confused. And Izzy was still...over it. She sat for a couple and then as she was refusing to cooperate I said, "Just go, go Izzy. Away from here if you can't play nicely." Again, I've heard this exasperation in a mother's voice before during a photo session. I was feeling all too well what so many of my clients go through.... So she did go, into the drainage tube and refused to come out. I bribed, I sweet talked, I asked for her forgiveness.

I JUST WANTED A PHOTO WITH MY WHOLE FAMILY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?! You've all felt this way before haven't you?

So we took a couple without Izzy. They looked sweet. But I still wanted that little stinker in the photos. I do love her. She has an incredibly sweet streak beyond her stubborn qualities (Ok, so she COULD get that from me...or Mike...). Then, Hannah, the other farm dog "photo bombed" us. We considered using that one as it was just fitting for our day thus far.

We decided if we went for a walk, Izzy would eventually follow. She loves adventure and hates to feel left out of fun. Apparently family photo day is no fun. Sure enough, out she came running as we walked down the drive. I picked her up and we went back to our spot and got this one. This turned out to be my favorite. Ugh, except my hair, the wind was blowing. We'll keep going...

New location. This time holding Izzy so she couldn't run away for the 4th time (yep, I skipped a couple in my story). This one was great...but blurry. Finally, I think we got one. C'est la vie. I ended up using the one with my hair as my favorite.

Next year, I will pay for a professional. Oh man, how many times have I heard clients say that to me. And I know a professional could have done better than I did on our final photo. Why? Because they'd be worried about things other than what I was attending to when I was in FRONT of the camera. My role was reversed and I so wish I would have had help. If it's important to have your family together, do yourself a favor and get some help. We are happy to do it and most likely your kids will respond better to one of us making silly faces at them than one of you. I wish I'd had someone to squeek a ball or whistle. And the photo may not be "perfect" but it's your family and that in itself is perfect. Our photo session would have taken under 30 minutes, I'd bet, if I'd had help. Instead, it was an exhausting, stressful 2 hours. A huge thank you to my husband for continuing to let me try to get "the perfect family photo" even though it was way past lunch time and we were all "over it".

Can anyone else relate to this story?

--Molly

 

Family

Family

After the holidays I was thinking about writing this post. Then I saw this video this morning:

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hg2hCuDy2wg&feature=youtu.be)

From National Geographic's site: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/travelnews/2011/12/111228-mountain-gorillas-king-grooming-uganda-tourist-animals/?source=link_tw20111229news-gorillasgroom

First, I should say that ever since I was a little girl, I've wanted to photograph mountain gorillas in Africa. Always. Oh my goodness, my Aunt took my cousin and I to meet Jane Goodall when she came to speak in Rockford when we were little. And then the movie Gorillas in the Mist made me cry - I still can't watch it. But that's the side story. The real story is family.

The holidays are nearly behind us and I spent time with lots of family in the past month. For Christmas alone I was with 3 different family units. I was with my own immediate family - a family that includes adopted family members. I was with a friends family that includes a mixed family and anyone else who isn't blood related but important to them. I was with another friend's family and I was happy to see that every immediate family member traveled to get to this one place for both sides of the family - all sleeping under one roof. That's a whole lotta family.

What I've gathered is that whether we're related by blood or by paper or even just by association we're all family. You see, I come from an adopted family so my idea of family has always been extended in my mind. I'm not of blood to half of those that I know as family but they have still accepted me as their own. Even if I may be different in looks and may have different opinions or feelings.

Family to me is not blood; family to me is those that care about you and support who you are.

And by looking at those gorillas above. Do you think they judged that man because he was different? He certainly smelled different. But they felt he was safe. They felt he was OK. Going into a new year remember that just because someone may look different or even smell different, it doesn't necessarily mean they aren't OK or aren't worth of taking a closer look. You may be surprised.

That's the short version of my thoughts, there just may be some more in the future....

A recent tweet from Dalai Lama: If developing qualities like love, compassion, generosity and patience, is to be effective, we must put them into practice in our daily life.

 

--Molly

Holiday or....Summer Cards?

Last year was the first year I didn't do holiday cards. Ok, well, I take that back, kind of. The previous year I did them...in July so last Christmas I didn't do them. I wish I had but it's one of those things that falls under, "when I have time." And I never got back around to it. We've moved often in the past few years and I know it's confusing every time I send one that we have a new address. I really hope we're done moving for awhile. So what's the big deal? I don't have kids why can't I get my act together?

One problem I have - and I've had this my entire life but it's becoming more and more apparent to me as I age - is that if I can't do a project in full and if I can't do it how I think it will look best, I get stuck. I actually freeze up. My head just can't grasp around it. Some call it Perfectionism. I call it my life and sometimes it drives me nuts.

So, I always have many projects going and sometimes they're in a stalemate...usually because I've frozen and taken on a task too large for me. (I'm WORKING ON THAT.) So, back to holiday cards. I swore this year we would do them. Today is December 27 and I still haven't. But I promise they will get done! What's holding me up? Well, for one, all of my addresses are all over the place (so that's a project), I have so many people I would want to send to (and that enormity is a project in my head), I'd have to shower and do my hair and think about how I look (ah!), I'll have to gather the dogs and my husband and myself and put that self-timer on the camera to work and then get all of us smiling at the same time..... Then I need to design them (oh my goodness, you'd think I'd make it easier on myself and get a templated card). SOOOOO....that's the deal. They will come. It may be June by the time they arrive but THEY WILL ARRIVE this year!

AND I will promise myself that I will not feel guilty for being behind in my (unrealistic) goal settings. Phew....I feel better already...

Happy Holidays!

--Molly

The Holidays...Thinking outside of the box?

A friend sent me this forward and I have to say, it sounds pretty great to me. I would love most of these items. I can only have too much "stuff" and generally, all I really need is new photo equipment or something for my pets or food or new tires for the car or a massage (yes, a need and a want!).... If I had more help on the "needs" then I'd probably spend more of my own money on my "wants" like a vacation...hhmm...well, I think that's more a need. Anyway, I have a whole list of local businesses and causes under the "advocate" section above so please look around and when you're shopping for a loved one this season, maybe think beyond video games or gadgets or socks (although I do love a good pair of warm, cozy socks). What are some of your favorites?

And I do have to do my own plug here: Mount Vernon Farm and MJM Photography offer gift certificates...how about the gift of a unique, personalized portrait?? :)

I know I could certainly add to this list but I think you get the drift.

"OUTSIDE THE BOX"

 

This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in wrapping paper produce outside the country?

 

--Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local hair salon or barber?

 

--Gym membership?

 

--Massage and other bodywork?  Could you imagine a gift certificate with one or more sessions of bodywork?   AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

 

---Acupuncture?  Chiropractic?

 

--How about yoga and pilates sessions --- gift certificates are great for these!!

 

--How about voice lessons?  Piano and other instruments -- lessons?  How about a gift certificate to a piano tuner?

 

--How about photography lessons for the up and coming photographer on your list?

 

--Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed?  Small, American-owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

 

--Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a gargantuan flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

 

--There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

 

-- How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a local shop?

 

--Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.  Is someone you know planning on a holiday party or boatloads of relatives for a holiday dinner?  Have the house cleaned for them BEFORE the event!  They will love you for it and you will put some money into the hands of a probably struggling cleaning service before the holidays which will then circulate back into the economy -- get the idea?

 

--My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.

 

--OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

 

-- Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip.

--how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre or find a venue showcasing local bands.

 

--For your animal lovers on your list:  dog training, massage, gift certificate to a holistic vet, gift certificate to doggy daycare, gift certificate to local (NOT chain) pet supply store, grooming gift certificates, pet sitting gift certificates and yes, animal communicator if they want!  And I'm sure you can find someone local who makes dog beds, blankets, collars, treats etc!

 

--And how about those horse folks in particular?  How about a gift certificate from their farrier?  They ALWAYS need farrier services!

 

--Home owners??  How about gift certificates to local small business landscaping, carpentry, roofing, chimney cleaning/repair....

 

--do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of lights, about fifty cents stays in the community- maybe.  If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.   They could REALLY use it today!

 

And here are specific recommendations-not in any specific order!!  ;-)

 

SO....there's still time before the holidays are upon us.  (Birthdays count for this type of gift giving too, ya know).

New...New...New

So this site is *new* for me. I'm standing in my power as a being on this earth and honoring who I am. I'm also honoring those that have helped me along the way. And I've been meaning to rework my photography site for...oh...2 years now. It always got pushed to the bottom of the pile. And, I guess I was waiting to feel out my "style" a bit more but as an artist you never really feel like you have your style. It changes and molds with your life. Sometimes you have to change around "it". You're just led to certain doors and opportunities and if you choose to go there, you just might be surprised. Hopefully, it's a pleasant surprise. It's been a really interesting past couple of years - lots of *new* and changes and molding and going with the flow... So, my *new* photography website http://www.mJmphotography.biz will be up soon. I hope very soon. I just need another binge night of no sleep until 3am and then it'll get done. So it's coming, very soon. And I think you'll love it. :)

Well....Here I am

For all the world to see. Welcome to my new site! It's true I have many interests and it's true that my head is spinning with thoughts and "to do" lists and ideas and.....you get the point....all day long...and even all night. I've often said to my husband: "Just spend one hour inside my head," and then that usually drops the conversation. Ah, so. Life is life and I've managed to pack mine full...and most days I love it.

So, "Welcome! and Enjoy!"

~~Molly