Previously, I pulled together the photographs that I felt captured their hard work and excitement. When I look through my collection of photos again, I’m struck with a sense of each gymnast’s focus.
When we travel someplace where a language barrier exists, I often find that the experience of that place is explained to me by my surroundings. We are guided by the bustle of unspeaking commuters, we’re told how a culture emotes by their architecture, and learn what they love by what they promote to prominence. Then there’s Paris…
My goal was to capture the cheers and concentration, the strength and dedication, and the friendship of this team.
Last year my husband’s parents presented the idea of going on a trip to the Holy Land, and they asked if we would go with them.
February brought us on this journey.
Today is my wife’s birthday….For more than a year I’ve been assembling photos that I hope capture who Marie is to me…
We’ve talked before about the journey our camera took to meet us. When we took our second roll of film what we found was honest imperfection…
The final leg of our leave-Africa-stop-in-Europe-home-for-the-holidays tour was Minnesota. All of the Heglunds gathered for the first time since our wedding.
The Payne parents requested that the whole family come together for Christmas as the final celebration of their 50th anniversary year, so all 14 of us gathered in South Carolina.
There’s nothing quite like Europe at Christmastime, I’ve decided. After 3.5 years spent mostly in Asia and Africa, with no snowy winters or walkable cities, I was craving European charm.