Tuesday, December 2, 2008


I spent Thanksgiving with my family last week. We had a wonderful time. I also did some snapping of lovely old things. I feel so humbled in the presence of old things. It's as if I should be quiet and absorb the stories, the memories, the character that they possess. To me, theses old things are tiny little treasures of the past...I cherish the warm, fuzzy feelings they give me. The old houses, the old barns, the old trees, the old peeling paint, the old moss-covered brick...I needed inspiration and I found it!