Photo Share: June 9 – 15

photosharebuttonPhoto Share is my personal replacement for Weekly Winners, since that link exchange is no longer happening. It’s just my own challenge to take great photos through the week, as it gives me a venue to share some of them on this blog. Consider it my own little P.S. on the week before.

Photos this week taken with my Sony DSLR A230. Edited using Lightroom 3… or using my Droid Razr and Instagram. You can probably figure out which is which.

Grilling out
Set up for a great day of grilling
Tompkins Guitars
Tompkins Guitars
212: Tompkins Guitars
Tompkins Guitars
Web in the fog
Web in the fog
214: Web in the fog
Nature’s string of diamonds
216: Grilled steaks
Steaks. Good.
218: On horseback
Officers on horseback


Five on Friday: Daddy

Sunday is Father’s Day, but I thought I’d get a head start and make this Friday’s Five be about my Dad.

1. My dad is giving and big-hearted. He’d do anything for his family, and that’s a fact I treasure and sleep peacefully at night knowing. He’s taught me to stand on my own two feet, helping me be an independent woman who knows what to expect from others and myself, but I also know if I fall he’ll be there to catch me. There’s a comfort in that… a comfort I could never put into words.


2. There’s an E-card that reads, “It’s not that my standards are too high, it’s just that my daddy set an amazing example for how a man should treat me.” Yup. That pretty much sums it up right there.


3. I’m 32 years old, and I still call Dad for advice and his opinion. His thoughts are priceless to me, and I’m never too old to need his guidance. I’m extra blessed to know when he gives me his advice, he’ll still respect whatever decision I may make in a situation… even if it goes against what he advised. (Though… really? The chances of that happening are pretty slim.)


4. In so many ways, I am my Daddy’s daughter. Not only am I total Daddy’s girl, I am following in his footsteps of wanting to be self-employed. I have a lot of the same tastes, and my sense of humor definitely comes from him. I can’t listen to all those Daddy-daughter songs without getting teary. The other night, the Dixie Chicks song, “Wide Open Spaces” came on… and I still got a bit choked up at the line, “As her folks drive away, her dad yells, ‘Check the oil.'”


5. “No tears,” he said. “No promises,” I responded.




The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…

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