I love photographs, even the silly ones. Here is just a few of my captured bits of life. Every picture tells a story.
When Zelda was rescued she was a bit feral. I’m not sure that she will ever lose that feral part of her personality. She sure is spicy.
So many teenage memories of Summers gone but not forgotten. Camping out, campfires, hayrides and playing truth or dare till the break of dawn.
I believe God places reminders of His love within nature 😍
I created this Birthday cake myself.I was really proud how well it turned out. Hard for me to imagine myself over the hill. So, my cake needed a waterfall over the side. 🙂
I clearly remember snapping this picture and all the emotions that surrounded it. I have much to be thankful for today. 🙂
My Mom ran away in December of 1967 to be with my Dad. My Mom turned 18 on August 7, 1968. I was born a month later. This was the first picture she mailed back home to my Grandma(her mother). Just look at that look of defiance. Well, when my Dad passed in 2007 they were still together and married. That’s old fashion determination folks.
ZuZu. She really is a beauty with all the personality traits of a Tortoise Shell cat. She will be 2 years old this month ❤️
Hope you enjoyed the pictures. I plan on adding many more to my scrapbooks.
~Every picture tells a story~