Happy Mother’s Day

I originally published this here five years ago, but feel it’s worth a second shot today. Love you Mom!

This is my mom when she was four. She gave me this picture last year on my 55th birthday.

There are so many things I love about the photograph. Mom wasn’t sure, but suspects it was taken by my Great Grandmother Powers. She was a photographer and was the one who colored the picture.

As I look at the photograph now I think of Sandra Cisnero’s story “Eleven”. It is about a young girl just turning eleven, but the day doesn’t go as she hoped. She reflects on how, sometimes, “What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six and five, and four and three, and two, and one.”

I realize that never before have I thought of my mother as any age except the one she was at any given time. Today I know that she, like all of us, has carried all her ages with her through her lifetime.

I wonder how many times in her 80 years she has felt four. How many times has she gone back to that day on the beach when she was alone with her thoughts, listening to the sound of waves and laughter behind her?

I suspect there have been many of those days. Perhaps in July of 1951 when she married my father she was feeling timid and naïve, like a girl younger than she was. Or in May of 1952 when her first child was born and she held him with the same love she’d once felt for her dolls, when she was four. In November of 1963, when her first love passed away suddenly; unexpectedly, she must have wanted to crawl onto her own mother’s lap for reassurance and comfort.

When I look at my four-year old mother on the beach I see the precision she is using to place shells on the sand. It is the same precision she used when she cooked for us or when she created quilts, or rugs, or stained glass. I can see her in her forties kneading bread dough on a Saturday morning with that same concentration, and I can see her in her fifties planning lessons for her students, and in her sixties reading to her grandchildren.

Having lived as my mother’s daughter for more than 55 years I recognize that look on her young face. It is the same as mine and underneath it I know she is thinking deep thoughts, even at four. Thoughts that she may never share with anyone because then they would not be hers alone.

She seemed content to be four years old. And today, she seems content being eighty. I understand now, that when you’re four, or forty, or eighty you are all the ages that came before. You don’t leave them behind, but carry them with you, and sometimes clutch them tightly like a child clutching seashells in her hand.

Thank you Mom, for being there for me, no matter what age I am or what age I’m feeling.

Happy Mother’s Day.

The Neighborhood

I know, I know! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. I miss it and I miss you all! Now that I have had a week from work and made it through the hustle and bustle of the holidays, I found time to go out and take some photos and process a few for your viewing pleasure. I do hope you enjoy my neighborhood as much as I do!

Chapel View

Chapel View


Mountain View sunset

Mountain View sunset


Christmas Snow

Christmas Snow


Vermont Winter

Vermont Winter


Clubhouse trees

Clubhouse trees


Snowstorm

Snowstorm


Sugarhouse Road

Sugarhouse Road


Kupetz Home

Kupetz Home


Snowfall

Snowfall


Clubhouse Trees 2

Clubhouse Trees 2


Kelly Farm

Kelly Farm


Warmth in Winter

Warmth in Winter


Winter Home

Winter Home

2017 Sweetwater Calendars!

The 2017 Sweetwater Photo Calendars are on the way!
$20.00 each ~ $5.00 S/H
Message me if you are interested!
Delivery early November.

Here is the lineup of photos for 2017:

January

January

February

February

March

March

April

April

May

May

June

June

July

July

August

August

September

September

October

October

November

November

December

December

Fall 2016

I have spent several days out photographing the beautiful creations that mother nature has bestowed upon us. What a glorious season Autumn is in New England. I love everything about it starting with the hues that abound this season. For your viewing pleasure I’ve shared a few of my favorites from this foliage season.

Bald Hill

Bald Hill


Bovine Desire

Bovine Desire


Barns

Barns


Burke Hollow Church

Burke Hollow Church


Darling Gap

Darling Gap


FIRE wood

FIRE wood


Near and Far

Near and Far


Let the Sun Shine In

Let the Sun Shine In


Bull's Eye View

Bull’s Eye View


Red Barn

Red Barn


The Road to Heaven

The Road to Heaven


Under the Canopy

Under the Canopy


Fall Peek

Fall Peek


Sweetwater Sunset

Sweetwater Sunset

As the Winter Goes

While this has not been the most picturesque winter on record, some photos have been taken along the way. Today is a celebration of the season, even if it has not acted seasonally.

The back yard when we did have snow

The back yard when we did have snow


January Morning

January Morning


One of a few frigid mornings

One of a few frigid mornings


Feeling Blue

Feeling Blue


Early return

Early return


A single snowshoe day

A single snowshoe day


A bit of color on a gray day

A bit of color on a gray day


And then there was this

And then there was this


Flooded Fields

Flooded Fields


Water Rising

Water Rising


More water rising

More water rising


And now there's this

And now there’s this


Collecting. . .

Collecting. . .


. . .one drip at a time

. . .one drip at a time


March afternoon in Newark

March afternoon in Newark

Goodbye Winter ~ Spring is just a few sleeps away!