Memories and Pictures

I love photos. I love pictures. I love memories that come along with them.

I have pictures everywhere in my home. Of my family. Of Ted and I. Of memories that we have made together. All of us, a couple of us, some of us. I love having them around.

My fireplace alcove -
Can't wait to have a real fireplace so that
I can paint this - - hint hint hint

My first pictures were pictures that I put in the alcove above the fireplace. Just a bunch of pictures of family, of us, of our parents, of our siblings, of our kids and grandkids.

Ted looking at our photo collection
Adventures and happiness

My family collage

In my bedroom, I have a wall in Ted and my bedroom that is filled with photo memories from our journeys and adventures. We have a couple from our wedding. And a couple of others that we just liked of us together. The adventure ones started when Crystal made a collage of our trip to Hawaii. It was framed and added to the wall. We now have a collage of Paris, Alaska, Cancun and New York City. I just had to condense the pictures and put them all a little closer. There are so many more adventures in the future that I need to make room for more fun.

My extra pictures - -
The one on the left of the bunnies
our tradition - the foot shot

Then came my family wall. A collage of pictures of the family. This wall took me a long time to put together. I painted the wall a couple of years ago. I bought the frames about a year ago. And finally, right before Thanksgiving, I finally put the pictures into the frames and added the pictures to the wall. It was such a great feeling of accomplishment to see how it all turned out.

My next project is in my head. It involves more pictures and my stairway to the loft. I'm already thinking. I'm already planning.

"Photography is the beauty of life, captured" Tara Chisolm

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