Back when Cari ran her Theme Thursday series, back in those days of her old house when she didn't have so many other worthy things giving her peace and contentment, I could count on at least one day of the week giving me an artistic task if I needed it. Because Cari's life is all about memememememe, of course.
Sigh. I'm no artist, friends. Photos are about as close as I get. Not that I don't have imagination or vision or creativity, but those things just don't manifest themselves as art in my world. You see them in other ways and that's cool. But I did treasure that push to go a little out of my comfort zone while simultaneously not needing to manufacture my own project.
So if Theme Thursday were a thing still, I'm imagining that at some point we would be sharing fireworks in July. Don't you think?
And here's where you expect to get something really great and spectacular but where what you really get is this:
The color and light and movement is super fun but the composition...
We'll just chalk that aspect up to me randomly changing settings with no plan, in the dark, with many small children running around, yes? Great. I appreciate your charity.
I've also got hundreds of photos of a 17 day visit from my parents in-law, my brother in-law, and our niece which included Lizzy's birthday (which was, is, also my birthday, btw) and our 15 year anniversary (!!!). But how do you share all that? Do you know what I mean? So much that you've got nothing. Maybe this will just be a new starting place. Maybe I'll write about laundry. Books. Ella Fitzgerald. Scout Finch. Why do I sound so introspective? Do I? Maybe I don't even. Maybe I should stop talking.
Happy birthday, 'Murica.