Category Archives: Walk in the Park

Catching the Sun

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“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness — just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder: On Wisdom and Virtues

Walk in a favorite place. Soak in the sunshine. Bask in God’s goodness and love. Pray in adoration, confession, thanksgiving and supplication. Delight in all His blessings to you and yours. Breathe deeply and feel grateful. Go and serve others. Catch the sun. Share the Son.

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The B Kids in Autumn Colors

Autumn is a favorite time of year to capture children’s photos amid the gorgeous Fall glowing leaf and sky colors!

Being able to document these children and their sweet personalities is pure joy. Each one is so different, so caring and kind, so special! They have great parents and are so blessed in many ways! I feel blessed to know them and see them often!

A Winter Walk

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It’s easier to tolerate winter when the sun shines and when you have a dog to walk!

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Siblings in Summer

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Daddy, Hold My Hand

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Parenting isn’t “a walk in the park”! But this daddy makes it look easy as he and little one reach for each other’s hand and walk on a mild winter afternoon.

So little. So big. Looking up. Looking down. Reaching up. Reaching down. So trusting. So giving.

It’s great to see a father’s love and a daughter’s trust. May it grow and grow, bloom and blossom!

 

A Walk along the Woods on a Winter Day

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

A Walk in the Park

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Autumn … Ahh!

Leaf colors are beginning to change.

It couldn’t have been a more beautiful morning for this long walk in the park!