2011 was a good year. We had a blizzard, I learned to crochet, we took a train to San Antonio and all year, we celebrated lots of life with lots of family. Looking through the photos for this year feels extra bittersweet to me.
Today we are going to say goodbye to this amazing lady. The sky is currently gray, and rain is slowly dripping off the eaves, and off the eaves of her house next door, too, which gives me a feeling. I feel so grateful to her for the part she did in raising Shaun, and for all the times she simply called me “granddaughter.” I feel lucky that I got to eat her chocolate pie, that I sleep most nights under one of her quilts, and that the last time I saw her she squeezed me so tight, still so strong, and told me she loved me. Goodbye Grandma, I love you too.
In May of of 2010 I got a new dSLR and I was feeling super inspired. Really, in a lot of ways, with my newly short hair and camera, I was feeling reborn. It was the first time things felt really normal, or even a little exciting, after my dad died.
In December we went back to Disney World, we drove all the way to Florida. It was probably my favorite of our 3 trips there.
In February 2011 we had an amazing blizzard. Super rare in Oklahoma, so we were snowed in for over a week, and it was really fun. I also taught myself how to crochet that week, and it became one of my favorite things to do for the next several years.
Here are some highlights from that set:
In May of 2010 I got a Canon Rebel T2i and started shooting little videos of our life.
In October 2009 I started a 52 weeks project of self portraits with my husband. They make me so happy, I’ve started doing this every couple of years or so. Here are my favorites from our first year.
2009 started out rough. What I remember most about the beginning of the year was how Shaun took care of me. My dad had just died and I felt very helpless and brokenhearted. Shaun spent a lot of the school break packing me and my cameras into the car and driving me to pretty places to distract me with photography, like he had perfectly intuited what I needed at that moment. The whole world felt different. I felt so broken, but also braver. My dad dying was (and still is) the worst thing that had ever happened in my life and I had faced it and my anxiety wasn’t so scary anymore. I spent some time wallowing in the groove on the couch created by my grief-stricken Lord of The Rings marathons, yes, but I came out stronger than ever. I also think my photography became more important, it had more purpose, I wanted to capture every single thing about my life, and preserve it forever.
We finished our year of couple portraits last weekend!