Paint The Town Red

Rocked it this year, whaddya think?

Same as last year, we called up local-amateur-photographer-dude last minute, on Wednesday -- are you free Saturday? We shot for one hour in the countryside-style strip of homes behind our apartment, and along the foot of the mountain, and down on the campus grass in front of the library.

Saturday morning we rose groggy from slumber, then I rummaged through piles of laundry for outfits. Zero forethought, ten whole minutes of last-minute scrappiness. I was feeling thankful, the recipient of serious grace, because my red shirt and all the boys' shirts are hand-me-downs.

Pics for eyes; Punk-pop for ears. Rock it!

3-piece punk. Mike's behind the drums. Jon's on bass. Titus as frontman.
Drew and I mosh.

Punk-rocker, center, cannot be stopped.
Drummer's got his stick.

WINNER.

we'll make heaven a place on earth.
(hahaha.)

counting the graces

thank you Father for

camping: hot dogs & oatmeal on a fire, homemade wholewheat buns, playing sticks-dirt-rocks, sleeping in tent, exploring trails & gulleys

no stress and good healthcare getting Mike's split lip stitched up today

fort-making

seeing Peter and Paul, and Portia & Rob on skype

fall gourds and pumpkins

three children. these three children! so richly blessed