the cobbler.

I was perusing my pictures...the ones I've taken of my family.  They are all still mostly in their original raw format.  Some of them I actually ran to jpeg.  Most of them I've not even looked at since I downloaded them and backed them up.  

I'm like the cobbler whose children don't have nice shoes or the carpenter whose home is never complete.  I'm the photographer who doesn't edit her own family pictures.  I take them.  I vow that one day I will look through them, convert them to jpeg, edit them, etc.  Really, though, they sit there.  Crying in the corner wondering if I'll remember that they too want loving care and attention.

It's become a thing of gigantic proportions.  I've made a new plan because I find this sweet photo gorgeousness (above) called Grace.  These two images are from almost a year ago.  I remember this day. I remember shooting these photographs.  There are so many more perfect pictures on this lovely fall day, we had gotten apple cider donuts rushed to us from my parents in New Jersey and I had every intention of blogging that wonderful, exciting delicious surprise...

And I've thought I would blog almost every day of my life since then that I've photographed...although that would bore you to tears...if I blogged everything I've ever wanted to I would have one blog reader. Me.

So...hopefully, I'll be boring everyone here soon with a parade of family pictures because of my new plan.  

The new plan: that I will spend my evenings (when my awesome husband is working to bring home the bacon) on my own family pictures. One folder at a time I will rescue them from the abyss they've fallen into.

So get ready.  I'm going to bore you.  I'm committed!

family. LIFE.