In the past couple months, I’ve been pondering the fact that while we absolutely inherit genes and likes/dislikes from our parents, it would seem that a part comes from grandparents directly.
As a youngster, my dad’s dad took pictures- hundreds and hundreds of them. Obviously, as you can tell from this picture, I loved that fact about him. 
I am the snobby 10 year old in purple on the bottom left- in all honesty, we were probably 50 pictures into this photo session honoring the birth of the 6th child in our family. While my parents were surely not thrilled with me at the time, I love this picture- or at least the fact that the face has been captured forever!
Anyway, in the last couple of years, I’ve really enjoyed photography in general, but it’s only been lately that I truly notice the beauty around me outside—and I have to admit, capturing a shot of nature is easier than capturing moving children or fish!
Crouching deer, hidden deer
Flowers after the rain are pretty- especially with my friend Macro!
The two boys & I visited a farm earlier this week and found lots of flowers and new animal friends…
Making friends at the farm
Goodnight, moon 
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