we are at the tail end of our trip here in texas and it is oh, so bittersweet to head back home. our three week family/work trip began with spending easter down in corpus christi with family at one of the most special places to me, my grandparents’ ranch, then heading north after that staying in new braunfels, bastrop, austin and ending up at our final destination of round top (the tiniest town in texas, population 90!) where i held my first ever workshop for professional photographers (“a wildflowers workshop!” – stay tuned to the blog for a full wrap up later this week!). it was a trip out of dreams, really (aside from the pure exhaustion of preparing a workshop in the texas humidity and heat being 6 months pregnant with two little monkeys in tow, lol!). somehow, as a family, we always feel more at peace in texas. we spent many evenings on the porch just breathing in the sweet air, watching gracie and brandon run wild chasing butterflies through the fields, eating buttermilk pie and drinking dr. pepper out of glass bottles, singing along to good country music, stargazing, laughing and just plain soaking in the goodness of life. i took thousands of photos and these are just a scattering of random ones of the countryside and the kids to give you a taste of our time here. there will probably be five or more additional blog entries coming later this week and next about the workshop (which surpassed my expectations and was so very humbling and fantastic), the wonderful places we stayed, a family session i did while we were here and one very special shoot i did of my gracie girl.
i have this wonderful piece of art on my fridge called the “daydream list” by katie daisy and i would say that we, for this short time, thoroughly did experience the life that we had only thought up in our most lovely dreams… “hello, daydream: a clawfoot tub, a sunny yellow kitchen, a belly up kitty in the late sun, a painted wooden porch swing, slow dance in the backyard, a cheerful goldfinch song, fireflies in the grass, banana bread & chamomile tea, a sleeping puppy, an old barn for a studio, the baby in a wash tub, the prairie’s morning dew.”