Ole Blue Truck

    I'm so thankful for family and friends who let me use their settings and props to experiment with eye-catching images. This ole blue truck belongs to my brother-in law Brian. Before him, it belonged to his grandaddy who passed a couple of years ago. As we began sitting in the nostalgic blue Ford, I admired the rust and squeaky doors. But what caught my attention, were his grandaddy's fishing poles that still hung in the back glass, propped up for another good day of fishin. Laying on the dashboard was his grandfather's driving license. I knew then that this was the place I was supposed to snap the pictures. The spirit of the man still lingered amid the dust of rust. As you look, maybe you can see it too, a little spirit of the old mingling with the spirit of the young.

Lora Kay's Garden

   One of my favorite places to spend time is Aunt Lora Kay's Garden. Her green thumb is absolutely the greenest I know.  She is a master gardener, her talents ranging from landscaping, masonry, to flower arranging. Walking through the scrolled gates of the courtyard, we actually felt little fairies bump into us. It is their playground, but today it was our's. Fine lady's garments could not compare to the garments of the plants and flowers adorning us in beauty. We thank her for her flower arrangements. She wandered and picked as we snapped photos. We thank her for the tea she poured the girls, and we thank her for the patience that it always takes when handling little ladies with many dresses. Most of all we thank her for letting us frolic in her magical garden. (keep scrolling down to see more of these pics)

Reflections at the River

    This Summer I took advantage of the curiously low river. Sand bars gleamed on the sidelines. Limbs lounged and reached just far enough to teeter slightly above creeping water. Before we laid a foot on the branch, the fear of resting "No Legs" made us stop, peek about, and kick the logs ever so slightly. Then Jump Back! If nothin stirred, all was clear. Swinging from the branches, my Tentley kids blended in timelessly. The river does that, you know. Especially the old and barely habited Pee Dee. I often wonder,..."What if I didn't go back and just stayed here forever." At the River, the children shed the skin of society and lounged in nature. Natural light under canopies of cypress was by far better than the illumination of G.E.. No fake smiles. No planned poses.  Pictures like these don't fade with fads to collect dust in plastic boxes. They're kept on the coffee tables of the living to capture a glimpse of our life as it trickles down the current of time. You can capture a reflection.  KSG