I like taking pictures, but I have to motivate myself to grab my camera before an outing or trip. Lately, I’ve had to motivate myself to do a lot of things that were previously effortless. I think the kid in me is giving up ever so slightly, but he’s not done yet. I still find myself gazing at red-colored sunrise skies dreaming of the eternal, or awe-struck by the sight of a butterfly (it’s brilliantly painted wings flashing in the mid-day sun), or moved by a passage of music that seems bent on revealing a mystery, but only points to new ones.
Now that I have that out of my system I can say that Amy and I are well, and we had marvelous adventures in Lakeport over Christmas, going to bed at 10:00 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, and a whirlwind trip to Florida to see family that felt strangely long but fast at the same time. I’ll let the pictures below tell the rest. Blessings, love, and cheers to you all!
You would smile too if a duck offered to take a picture of your family.
I am Sterling, I will look at you.
Just the three of us.
Oh, Mom, it's never too late for coffee and cigars!
