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Posted on 09. Apr, 2014 by maryanne.
Well the puppies are 2 weeks old today and they are changing so fast. Most of them have opened their eyes and they are beginning to attempt to walk, which is really adorable to watch. Photographing puppies is much harder than I would have thought, but here is my attempt to update you on their progress. The puppies below are pictured in the order of their birth. We still have two females who need loving homes and I am praying for those homes every day. This has been very good for me. I have been able to rest from the crazy pace of my life and just sit with these precious babies. It’s a lot like having a newborn baby. No place to be but here, and I love that.
If you want more puppy pictures and videos, be sure to follow me on instagram at http://instagram.com/magbug where it’s all puppies all the time.
If you are interested in pink or red collar girl, email me email@example.com
Green collared puppy is now named Murphy by his new family. He was very sleepy and declined comment, but I think he loves his new name. He is named after Dale Murphy of the Braves.
Blue collared puppy is now named Levi by his new owner. He is a very lucky boy. I love his little whiskers and bright eyes.
Orange collared puppy’s new name is Curtis. He is the sweetest boy. He also preferred sleep over a portrait session.
Mr. yellow collared boy’s new name is Teddy. I think it suits him. He looks like a little teddy bear to me.
White collared boy is now named Baby Duke by his new owner. What a cuddle bug he is!
Pink collared girl is still waiting for her happy family. I know someone will scoop her up any day now. She is going to be a beautiful girl.
Purple collar girl is now Miss London. I couldn’t be happier about her new home. I know she will have a lot of love around her.
Red collared girl is also still available. Johnny and I love this girl. She is his favorite. She is soft and sweet and snuggly. She is also independent and often sleeps apart from the group. I love her two white back feet.
If you are interested in pink or red collared girl, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Another update in a week!
Posted on 07. Apr, 2014 by maryanne.
As some may know, I am at home on puppy duty this month. Janey had a lovely litter and I am enjoying staying home for a change to look after them. My sweet friend Denise who does flowers for weddings brought these lovelies by to me a couple days ago. I was ecstatic. I have missed photographing beautiful things during puppy duty. (Not that puppies aren’t beautiful. Just a different kind of beauty.)
Included in this gorgeous group of flowers were some David Austin roses. These are the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. They resemble my most favorite flower, the Peony. They have a classic beauty about them. I just had to share them here.
I love wedding flowers. They don’t have to be fancy. I just love what they represent. From the humble daisy to the stately peony, they all seem to embody the joy and celebration of love and marriage. They are held tightly by a joyful bride, pinned lovingly on a proud father, and tossed sweetly to a hopeful bridesmaid. They encircle the lovers like watchmen saying, “This will be honored. This is sacred. Come and see.” They lend their sweet scents to lure all into the bliss of love and commitment.
Jeremiah 33:10,11 ~”… there will be heard once more the sounds of joy and gladness, the voices of bride and bridegroom, and the voices of those who bring thank offerings to the house of the Lord, saying ’Give thanks to the Lord Almighty, for the Lord is good; his love endures forever.’”
Posted on 04. Apr, 2014 by maryanne.
I fell in love with these sweet dandelion seedlings soaked in rain. The raindrops are held closely and sweetly deep within the flower, as if they are being gathered like treasure. Each little drop turns light into color and gives it back to all who will gaze upon them. Beauty. I swoon at the glory that God scatters at our feet. He asks, ” Do you see?” He beckons us to him with beauty. Extravagant beauty everywhere. He shines in the smallest details and in the vast overarching skies. He is God. He is always good.
Do you see?
Psalm 23:6 ~”Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.” ( The Message)
“nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”
~ an excerpt from “somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond” by e.e. cummings
Posted on 01. Apr, 2014 by maryanne.
The puppies are growing quickly. They are 6 days old now. They have all gained weight well and seem happy. It won’t be long until their eyes are open. They are keeping me and Janey pretty busy. I don’t have time to do anything but take care of them right now. My 365 will have to wait. (Who are we kidding? It’s officially no longer a 365.)
Enjoy some pics of the our precious puppies.
These puppies are for sale.
The boys are 1200.00 and the girls are 1400.00
You can see more about their parents here at http://www.maryannemorganblog.com/goldendoodle-puppies/
Email me at email@example.com if you are interested in a new best friend for you or your family.
Posted on 29. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
I love this flower. Ranunculus as been one of my favorites for some time now. It is lovely to photograph, but also nice arrange and play with in different settings. They have a vintage heirloom quality that feels special and sweet. My friend Denise knows I love them and brought them to me last week. I had just barely finished photographing them before Janey decided to have her puppies. She was 3 days early so I wasn’t quite ready.
My world has been at a complete stand still ever since. All work, all coming and going has come to a temporary halt as I care for my Janey dog and her pups. She will not stay in her box with them if I leave the basement (she is very attached to me) and so I have been camping out down there. I even sleep down there to help her at night in case she or the puppies get into trouble. I am feeling a bit closed in and lonely. I don’t expect this stage to last very long and soon I will be working away again, so I am trying to be patient and just enjoy the sweetness of her tiny puppies.
I wanted to share these images of the ranunculus before they got lost in the puppy shuffle though. Aren’t they lovely? Don’t fret, this blog will be filled with puppy pictures before you know it. If I can get back to shooting and working again that is.
For now it is back to the sofa by Janey’s puppy box. I will fall to sleep to the sweet sound of puppy cooing again tonight. (I am glamorizing it a bit. I would really like 8 hours of sleep soon.)
Blessings, and I hope to back here very soon. Who knows if I will even break 100 on this 365 project? I am letting that worry go now.
I am counting gifts again tonight, from the perfectly layered ranunculus petals to the soft squeals of puppies in my house. It is all wonderful and I am grateful the great giver of all good things.
James 1:17~ “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
Posted on 27. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
So Janey finally had her pups.
You can see pics of all the new babies on this page in my blog.
She was a few days early so I was a bit unprepared. I still had things to get from the store. Thankfully, Katie came home and brought me things I needed. She cooked an amazing meal for us too. My friend Kelly who is a vet came for a while, as well my friends Amy and Lindsay. It was so wonderful to have people around who knew what to do. According to the x-ray we were only supposed to have 5, and 5 boys were born first. I was disappointed not to have a girl, and then 13 minutes later she delivered surprise puppy number 6, then 7, then 8! The last three were girls and I was so happy.
Janey and I are completely exhausted. I am so proud of her though. She knew exactly what to do. Last night I slept in the basement with her, making sure she was staying hydrated and taking her out when she needed it. She doesn’t want to be left alone at all right now so I guess my hangout will be the basement until she finds her feet.
Thanks to everyone who wished us well and prayed for my sweet Janey.
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Posted on 24. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
This is Storie. She was the flower girl at the wedding I got to photograph yesterday. As I watched her throughout the course of the day, I realized that Storie knows a few secrets that we as women often grow up and forget. I thought it might be nice to learn a few lessons from this gorgeous and graceful flower girl.
1. You are beautiful just because you are a girl and that is an incredibly wonderful thing. Storie knew she was beautiful and she held it close to her heart like treasure. She didn’t shy away when people told her she was pretty. She opened up like a flower with each kind comment and drank in her day as a princess with delight. She relished every moment, every kind word, every happy glance.
2. Enjoy the moment. It’s okay to rest and really enjoy life. We don’t have to try so hard. Every time I saw Storie she was smiling or laughing. She took in the day like it was a gift from heaven. And it was. Her job was very important to her, but she did not let the pressure steal her joy. She knew she was laying down petals for the bride, and it made her very happy. Important doesn’t have to mean stressful.
3. Dancing can be a key to experiencing new levels of joy and happiness. Storie didn’t let the fact that she was a very tired princess get in the way of some amazing dance floor time. She and her mommy danced and giggled to their hearts content. A girl has to get her dance on to find her happy place sometimes. I know I do. (Okay I danced with the bridal party too.)
4. There is no such thing as too many compliments. This one gets me going a bit. I overheard a stranger ask Storie’s mommy if it was okay to tell her she looked lovely for fear of making her think too much of herself. To this I say, there can never be too many kind things spoken to a little girl! Most (if not all) of us will hear the opposite for the rest of our lives, if not from people we know then from the media, our culture or the internet. We will be told or we will tell ourselves that we are too thin or too fat. We will think we are not pretty enough or tall enough, outgoing enough, or quiet enough. Enough, enough, enough. Enough! No, you can never fill her little tank too much because someday there will be a draw on that tank and it may already happening. So do this, tell a little girt she is beautiful today. I make it my mission as part of my job and my calling to tell every little girl and every woman as much as I can that she is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL! Because God made you, and you are feminine and lovely and straight from heaven.
Thank you Storie, for showing us how to find our way back to resting in the beauty God gave us as women. You carried yourself with the elegance and grace of a real princess.
Because you are.
Posted on 22. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
Tonight we came from our separate places to surround Johnny for his 21st birthday. He wanted to go bowling, mostly because he just wanted us all to be together. I wanted that too. We all did, and I am so grateful for that.
They call it cosmic bowling, when they turn the black lights on and turn up the dance music. I didn’t need a name for it to know where I was. As we danced and laughed and threw gutter balls (mostly just me), I began to find my center of gravity again. This is where I belong, with these people. It doesn’t have to be all the time, but when I am with them I find my place in the universe again. I am the nucleus of this family. We bounce around against one another like electrons in our little world. We bring out each other’s best and love hard through the worst. I am desperately in love with these people. They are home.
You can see who we are by the way we step up to our lane. Chris is seriously competitive, so intense about his game. Katie is relaxed and casual, winsomely guiding her ball down the center almost every time. Annie dances her way there, and gets the best score by bowling upside down and backwards, peeking through her legs as the ball rolls into a strike. Johnny is strong and graceful at the same time. He is there for quality time and tries not to take the game too seriously. His favorite thing to do is to make me laugh as I step up for my turn. My favorite thing is to laugh so that works out well. I throw gutter balls mostly and randomly hug all of them over and over again. The one time I get a strike I scream and dance around. I can be myself with them and let go of striving.
Children have the power to lift the countenance of their mother like no other. And children who love one another is even more powerful. Seeing my kids hug and love each other is a balm to my soul. It is what every mother wants.
Happiest of birthdays to my Johnny. Thank you for giving me this gift on your birthday. That is just like you.
John 13:34,35 ~”Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples—when they see the love you have for each other.”
Posted on 19. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
I hear the mudroom door open and close softly as I sit at my computer late in the evening. I know it is my boy coming through that door. I love that sound. I never tire of it. The shuffling of feet, keys jingling into pockets, the turning of the knob to close the door behind him; he is home again. I know there are not too many of these nights left to come in the future. He is becoming a man so fast. It will not be long at all before he will be raising a family of his own, walking though his own back door.
This time he comes bearing a gift. He extends a lovely pear blossom branch in my direction. ” For you” he says sweetly. My heart flutters a little. A surprise from my son. A love offering. I am taken back to days gone by when he would bring in a wrinkled bunch of jonquils from the pasture hill, eyes beaming with joy. I would hurriedly put them in a vase on the table as he watched proudly. I was proud too. Can this be the same boy who towers above me now?
Tonight I could see a heaviness on him. He said he had been walking at the park, just praying. He talked like a man, the man I had prayed he would grow to be. A man after God’s own heart. He talked about wanting to love people, about what kind of life he wanted to lead. My eyes brimmed with tears in gratitude. These are the kinds of words mothers wait their whole lives to hear. I know I did not earn this. It is a gift from God, much like the flowers in my son’s hands. With God’s help, we have raised a man — a man who loves God, who is smart and brave and who cares for the needs of others. With God’s help, we have raised a warrior and a generous spirit.
As I place the branch in the old turquoise mason jar, we move onto lighter subjects. We laugh and share a few stories about our day. He always makes me laugh. I watch his eyes crinkle at the corners over his strong cheekbones. I can’t believe time has moved on so swiftly. Those cheeks that were once chubby and so pinch-able are now chiseled and scruffy.
He will be 21 this Saturday. Legally, he will be a man, but his heart has already proven so.
I love you, my son. I am so proud of you.
Proverbs 3:5,6 ~
“Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
he’s the one who will keep you on track.”
Posted on 18. Mar, 2014 by maryanne.
Something amazing happened when I “quit” this project yesterday. First of all, I slept a full 8 hours for the first time in 3 months and that was very, very good. But secondly, I realized that quitting really didn’t give me the relief I was searching for. I actually really love this project but I had to surrender it; to really lay it down to come to that conclusion.
I find peace here.
Here is my new resolution so that I can rest and survive. I will post the days as I have them, and it may be a 300 day year for me, or a 200 day year, but I will stay in this for me.
Sorry to be so wishy washy and dramatic. But hey, I’m an artist and a girl. The combination can be quite dramatic at times. Thank you for all of your kind emails and comments yesterday. It meant the world to me.
So for now, I am back posting as I can.
The images on this post are considered the weeds in my yard, but I find them so beautiful. Their buds are the tiniest of messengers bearing the glad tidings of spring. They are the first to arrive and the first to bring color to the barren ground. I am grateful for the weeds in my life tonight.
Romans 8:28 ~”And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”