{when the mind remembers}

wrote this quite a while ago.


the path often changes
as we walk its crooked spine
decisions become heavier
meatier
and regret looms overhead
staring into the face
of its most brazen foe

memory serves to prove
that it wasn't all in vain
that with experience
comes absolution
a bargain for the soul
a meeting of the minds
a sharp stain
on an otherwise unblemished character
a repercussion reminder
that i will readily ignore
when faced with the hope
of a new
resurrection


{image & words copyright jennifer summer 2008}

{some words on wishes}

today we spent a lot of time in our backyard. this is the first home you've had in which you've always been fully aware of your surroundings. i think you love it here.
you especially love our little pond with the fountain in the backyard. you've taken to dropping in little trinkets from mother nature and making wishes. today you wished for trees. you wished for leaves with mayonnaise. you wished for mama's camera. you made wishes for papa. you dropped your wishes into the water and watched the breeze send them fluttering.



you got dirt from sticks under your fingernails. leaves clung to your overalls. you laughed. loudly. you cheesed for my camera.



my wishes for you went unspoken. they are simple.

be true to yourself.



be kind. think before you speak. consider before you act.



live in the moment. but plan for the future.








know that there is nothing
you cannot do




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{with love from me to you}

when i was first pregnant with dakota, i filled up several journals with my thoughts on the journey. and then came the quiet, peaceful days of his newborn-hood when he would spend hours sleeping and i would log his every coo and gesture. now that we're well into the toddler years (and quickly approaching the 'kid' years), i've slowed down considerably on my chronicling. i have to amend this. i want to be able to give him his early years in words, in images. i want his memories to be tangible.

this drive is what truly sparked my interest in photography. i found a way to give him these things through a medium that brings me intense joy.

i am continuing to chronicle. i am dusting off the journals. i am writing his story.

while he lives his life, i fill the pages.


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