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Cowboy goes to the Park
Posted on 09. Sep, 2010 by maryanne.
That sounds like a children’s book title.:)
I love my family. If you have read any of my personal posts you might suspect that. This past Labor Day was especially nice for a couple reasons. First, Annie surprised us by coming home and we spontaneously decided to jump in the car and go to Fort Yargo State Park together. Equally as spontaneous, Chris suggested we take our Golden Retriever along for the ride. This is something we never do. Looking back on the day, I wish it was something we had being doing all along.
I think Cowboy still thinks he died and went to heaven for a day. He might have had as much if not more fun than we did. He was surrounded by kids begging to throw his tennis ball into the water for him to retrieve it over and over again. I think Indiana and Ellie, our two Terriers, questioned him closely about the day when we got home, but I am pretty sure he kept it a secret. (Probably so he wouldn’t hurt their feelings and spoil his chances of going again.)
I also love that my family loves each other. It does wonderful things for a mother’s heart to see her kids hugging and laughing with each other. Yes, I have a good bunch here. I think I will keep them. Chris is also do very well in recovering from his knee surgery. Slowly but surely, he is getting to participate in all the Morgan family shenanigans again. So glad.
Enjoy some highlights from ours (and Cowboy’s) day together.
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Simple and Plain
Posted on 20. Aug, 2010 by maryanne.
I feel so out of it, not having blogged my world in the past three weeks. Life has been moving at an incredible pace, as I have experienced new challenges as well as dealing with old ones. Hmmm, this may be a long blog.
In the past month, Chris had knee surgery, which took much longer to heal than we anticipated, I shot a kids clothing line with over 10 ten little ones, was asked to do a shoot for a large company out of California, got my two older ones back to college, and finished a wedding album. I feel like I am just now coming back to myself, having been stretched beyond my experience in the photography world, and feeling deeply the grief of watching my birdies fly again after a brief respite in our home.
There is so much to say here, and yet I feel like there is a stopper in the drain, not allowing any of it to flow out onto the keyboard. Going to give it my best effort.
I have a few photos here, to document our time in the past couple weeks. First, Annie and Johnny and I got to work on a project together where I actually got paid to photograph one of my own children. Annie got to model for a large company, the details which I will omit for privacy reasons, and Johnny was my tech assistant on the shoot. It was so exciting and scary for me. I got to hire a hair and make up stylist for the first time, (yes, I am a newbie), find a location and go make it happen. We went to Seabrook Island close to Charleston, SC . We hired the fantastic Ashley Brook Perryman as our hair and make up stylist. It was a weekend of firsts. My first time working with two of my kids on a professional shoot, my first time hiring a stylist, and my first time getting two tickets in the same weekend. Evidently you really can’t park in a handicap space at the beach, and my tag had expired. Ugh!
We stayed at a wonderful friend of a friend’s house and took care of their sweet dog. It was a great experience, and there are so many parts of the trip where I felt God was so for me and with me, like the fact that the thunderstorms came all around us that day, but waited to fall on us when we closed our car doors to leave. Or the fact that I had gotten permission from the one security guy who would have given it to me to come on the island through a phone call I made earlier in the week. Thank you Officer Kreinbrook. 
Sorry if we got you in trouble.
Here are a few of Annie getting made up for her day. I did not shoot many other photos of the trip. Finally got most of the sand out of my gear.
It was a good experience overall. We have yet to see what comes of it. But I have made friends with some incredible people in the process and am so thankful for that.
This next section is the part where my heart breaks every year at this time. It is the time of endings, and beginnings. That place where it feels like it is all over and you dangle helplessly over that divide where the bridge runs out, and you don’t know if there is an invisible step just beneath you, like in the Indiana Jones movie, and he remembers it is a “leap of faith”. Then he steps and all is well, and let’s just say, that’s the movies.
It was time for Annie to head back to the Olgefort at Oglethorpe University where she has spent the last two years, making wonderful friends and becoming more independent. (As if that last part were possible.) We were having a family night and as I set the table with five plates, I began to cry. Okay, weep. You know those tears that come from the deepest reservoirs in you. Tears that bring a sigh and relief with every drop. I had been carrying them around for weeks. I couldn’t stop. Set the table. Cry. Turn over the meat for the fajitas. Cry. Ice in the glasses. More crying. When the kids got to the table I was a mess. I think they all made a decision right there and then that it was their mission to cheer me up. There is nothing worse than a blubbering mom at the dinner table.
After dinner we were trying to decide how to spend our family night and the subject of playing games came up. We were bantering back and forth about what to play when Johnny blurted ,” Let’s play Texas Hold’em and dress the part!”. I hardly knew what happened when everyone flew out of the room. Now, mind you, we don’t play with real money, (we don’t have any!), and we really don’t play at all, but Johnny and Chris love to watch the World Series of Poker, with all it’s interesting characters.
It wasn’t long until Jim Dawson entered the room.
After him was Susie May, with her jean shorts, cowgirl boots, and (fake) cigar.
She was followed by Cassandra Maria Martinez.
Luke was next. ( he’s a hottie):)
I was Wylene, Luke’s old lady,tattoo and all, that said Chris, or uh Luke, with a big red heart. I didn’t make the photos but I did make the video. Maybe I can post that one later.
Here is the whole motley crew. I love these people. They are a light in my life.
It was a good night, with a full on dance party in the kitchen and den, as is our custom, and my heart felt lighter.
The next day, I took Annie Bug back to the fort, and the tears came again.
I ended the day with a movie by myself, something I haven’t done in ages. It was definitely a chick flick, and I loved the mini community I felt with the other women in the theater.
As I was reading my Bible about three weeks ago, before all of this happened, I came across a scripture that brought me much peace. I cling to it now, amidst all of the changes, not knowing which direction some of these ventures will go.
It is found in Isaiah 66:2 The Message Version, “But there is something that I am looking for: a person who is simple and plain, reverently responding to what I say”.
I think I have the simple and plain part, and I am thankful that God loves that and is even seeking it. I pray I can get the part where I reverently respond to His words. He holds me tight in a world that moves so quickly and wants to take me off my feet. He never changes, and for that I am grateful.
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A cup of violets
Posted on 30. Mar, 2010 by maryanne.
Another busy week in my world. Most of it spent at the computer, quoting jobs and processing photos. Then, out of nowhere, comes today. Sunshine and flowers everywhere. It was like a dear friend coming up from behind and putting their hands over my eyes, saying “guess who?”. Spring, that’s who. The cherry trees are in full bloom, the sky is a bit more blue, and the sheep have little lambs in the pasture next door. Then, there are the violets. I love violets, even though they tend to grow where I don’t want them. They remind me of my childhood and every Spring from then on. When Johnny and I came home from lunch, I saw them. The ground was covered in them. I had several things to do, but knew instinctively they would all have to wait. So, I played all afternoon. In the violets.
It was like playing hooky on a school day. I picked them, arranged them in beautiful china cups and gazed at them through my different lenses. Guess who? Spring, that’s who. Welcome home sweet friend. Here are some images from the day. I found some other sweet visitors as well.
