More and more often these days, I walk into a room (the living room, the hallway, the kitchen) only to find a pile of clothes shed on a whim. And when I seek out the owner of said clothes, I find my son…. swimming in the buff or playing soccer sans clothing. At times during this week, I did manage to clothe my offspring and make a trip to the ice cream shop. There was also a hike and, the payoff, hot dogs, onion rings, and milk shakes. It’s all about balance. (And underwear.) Right?
After a 5×5 photo challenge (5 photos a day for 5 days) last week, I’m back to photographing my everyday. This week included a camping trip with some dear friends at Shadow Mountain Lake, near the headwaters of the Colorado River. We packed (way too much stuff), climbed on rocks, made food in a pie iron, relaxed, climbed on more rocks, made s’mores, ate s’mores, ate more s’mores, waited for our friends to wake up, and found a geocache.
There are only two pictures this week because, well, they pretty much sum up how I spent the last seven days — eating a lot, and hardly any of it good for me. Part of the ingestion involved our first trip to Johnson’s Corner in Johnstown, Colorado, on the way to see some friends in Fort Collins. The three of us shared one of their famous, pillow-size cinnamon rolls, making me feel simultaneously like the best and worst mom on the planet.
This post for “this week in pictures” actually contains images from last week. (Let’s just say I had a massive computer back-up project to blame for the tardiness.) We spent much of the week outside, planting veggies, digging in the dirt, riding bikes (one of us while dressed as Batman), and playing with grandma who came for a visit on Mother’s Day. I should also mention that pretty much all of this happened right before we got one last May snowstorm. When we harvest later this summer, we’ll see what actually survived. But for now…
This week entailed reading at the library, a belated birthday dinner with dear friends, and a trip to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science where someone couldn’t help touching the please-don’t-touch glass. Afterward, outside the museum, Daxton tested his strength to see if he could move a stone sphere and then decided lying down would be easier. We wrapped up the week with (what else?) ice cream. (Ok, so it was frozen yogurt. We still think it’s the bomb.)
Sometimes art happens at your kitchen table, surrounded by people you love.
I recently photographed Nancy Ortiz and her daughter Olivia O’Toole as part of my larger Makers project. Nancy and Olivia are the creators behind From the Soul Jewelry, and they make seriously incredible pieces with organic wood, jade, lava nuggets, rare coins and other gemstones. You can find it in several local boutiques and online as well. Here are a few outtakes from our shoot.