Sunday Seven:Week One

I write this from a place of mild blindness. You see, I'm terribly nearsighted, and I lost one of my contacts this week. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem, but I only had one pair. You see, they were emergency backup contacts given to me by my eye doctor when I broke my glasses, which I haven't had repaired yet. I tried just wearing one contact, but it was so dizzying that it was worse than nothing at all. So, asI type, I'm a mere 5 inches away from my computer screen. That being said, I color corrected everything blindly, so I'm not entirely sure what you're going to get. I suppose I could have postponed my post, but that seemed like the wrong way to kick things off. Things are bound to happen this year that make #SundaySeven inconvenient, but I'll do my best to share consistently and honestly about my week. Some stories may be funny, some serious, who knows what this year holds? So, here we go! My weekly round up, in no particular order:

 My parent's front door. Taken early in the week, before decorations were taken down. My mom and I made matching wreaths together this year. I like the little things about this picture. The plant overtaken by frost in the bottom corner, the lopsided Christmas lights I put up, and most importantly the little cone Santas, snowman, and tree sitting at the bottom of the banister, where they are almost always displayed at Christmas. Crafts my brother and I made in art class during elementary school.This is my view each time I come home, and the added Christmas things make it feel especially warm and inviting.

My parent's front door. Taken early in the week, before decorations were taken down. My mom and I made matching wreaths together this year. I like the little things about this picture. The plant overtaken by frost in the bottom corner, the lopsided Christmas lights I put up, and most importantly the little cone Santas, snowman, and tree sitting at the bottom of the banister, where they are almost always displayed at Christmas. Crafts my brother and I made in art class during elementary school.This is my view each time I come home, and the added Christmas things make it feel especially warm and inviting.

 This is another image taken near my parent's home. I grew up on a fairly busy street traffic wise, and I always love hearing the trains and traffic noise when I'm at home with my parents. I also enjoy the bells from the Catholic church across the way. They ring most mornings at 7am, and my brother and I used to listen for the bells as we were getting ready for school to tell if we were going to be running on time. Long exposure time and a tripod helped achieve the fun light streaks of passing cars and bright starbursts of the traffic lights.

This is another image taken near my parent's home. I grew up on a fairly busy street traffic wise, and I always love hearing the trains and traffic noise when I'm at home with my parents. I also enjoy the bells from the Catholic church across the way. They ring most mornings at 7am, and my brother and I used to listen for the bells as we were getting ready for school to tell if we were going to be running on time. Long exposure time and a tripod helped achieve the fun light streaks of passing cars and bright starbursts of the traffic lights.

 Our family dog, Hallie. We got Hallie as a little puppy when I was in the 8th grade. I like to think that I chose her. She was the runt of the litter, sleepy and half the size of her more playful siblings, all of whom had H names. She's a good-natured dog who loves children, though she doesn't like other dogs and is notorious for stealing and eating butter and entire bags of treats if she can find a way to get them. She's beginning to really show signs of her age. She's nearly 13, slow moving and can barely hear. I don't know how much longer she'll live, and I figured now was as good a time as any to take a photo. 

Our family dog, Hallie. We got Hallie as a little puppy when I was in the 8th grade. I like to think that I chose her. She was the runt of the litter, sleepy and half the size of her more playful siblings, all of whom had H names. She's a good-natured dog who loves children, though she doesn't like other dogs and is notorious for stealing and eating butter and entire bags of treats if she can find a way to get them. She's beginning to really show signs of her age. She's nearly 13, slow moving and can barely hear. I don't know how much longer she'll live, and I figured now was as good a time as any to take a photo. 

 Can we take a moment to appreciate this beauty that is my friend Sarah? Sarah and I hung out on Saturday, drank coffee, worked on projects, and watched Parenthood. She was hesitant to be photographed, but the light was too fun. Sarah is one of the sincerest, most graceful people I know. Shes always quick to point me back to the Lord when I'm anxious or worried, and a wonderful listener to my ramblings.

Can we take a moment to appreciate this beauty that is my friend Sarah? Sarah and I hung out on Saturday, drank coffee, worked on projects, and watched Parenthood. She was hesitant to be photographed, but the light was too fun. Sarah is one of the sincerest, most graceful people I know. Shes always quick to point me back to the Lord when I'm anxious or worried, and a wonderful listener to my ramblings.

 If this photo had a title, it would be "The day I lost my contact". Friday morning I went to put in my contacts only to discover that one had fallen on the floor instead of the case, and was all dried up overnight. I went to work with only one contact, which resulted in a terrible migraine the rest of the day. I'm a chronic migraine sufferer, and the only thing to do when I have a migraine is sleep. This picture is completely out of focus, taken from my bed as the sun was setting in my backyard.  I have this beautiful patio door in my room, and this picture could have been great, but trying to auto focus in darkness is nearly impossible, and I couldn't see well enough to manual focus. Later that same day I got news that one of my best friends was in the hospital fighting a bad pneumonia. This blurry picture perfectly describes my difficult day.

If this photo had a title, it would be "The day I lost my contact". Friday morning I went to put in my contacts only to discover that one had fallen on the floor instead of the case, and was all dried up overnight. I went to work with only one contact, which resulted in a terrible migraine the rest of the day. I'm a chronic migraine sufferer, and the only thing to do when I have a migraine is sleep. This picture is completely out of focus, taken from my bed as the sun was setting in my backyard.  I have this beautiful patio door in my room, and this picture could have been great, but trying to auto focus in darkness is nearly impossible, and I couldn't see well enough to manual focus. Later that same day I got news that one of my best friends was in the hospital fighting a bad pneumonia. This blurry picture perfectly describes my difficult day.

 This might be considered cheating, as it was technically taken a couple of days before I started #SundaySeven. I was visiting with my friend Baylie, whom I've known since High School. She is one of those rare lifelong friends that no matter how long it's been since I've seen her, we always pick up right where we left off. She someone who is honest and at times blunt, and I love her for it. She's also mom to two of the cutest little boys I've ever seen. This is her youngest, Noah. Isn't he just the most delightfully squishy little chunk of a baby you've ever seen? I'll be blogging later in the week with more pictures of him and his big brother. They are both so cute it makes my heart nearly ache.

This might be considered cheating, as it was technically taken a couple of days before I started #SundaySeven. I was visiting with my friend Baylie, whom I've known since High School. She is one of those rare lifelong friends that no matter how long it's been since I've seen her, we always pick up right where we left off. She someone who is honest and at times blunt, and I love her for it. She's also mom to two of the cutest little boys I've ever seen. This is her youngest, Noah. Isn't he just the most delightfully squishy little chunk of a baby you've ever seen? I'll be blogging later in the week with more pictures of him and his big brother. They are both so cute it makes my heart nearly ache.

 Last but not least, we've got Chicadee, the little one I watch. This is just a phone snap, but I wanted to include it to encourage all of you to use whatever you've got on hand to capture the moment. This is our morning coffee routine. It's sticky and messy, but such a sweet way to start the days I am with her. She loves hot chocolate, in a big girl cup, with a straw. Years from now she'll be big and in school, and this won't be part of my mornings. I want to remember her this small, sweet, and covered in yogurt. If you're a parent or caregiver to little ones, I imagine you might feel the same way.

Last but not least, we've got Chicadee, the little one I watch. This is just a phone snap, but I wanted to include it to encourage all of you to use whatever you've got on hand to capture the moment. This is our morning coffee routine. It's sticky and messy, but such a sweet way to start the days I am with her. She loves hot chocolate, in a big girl cup, with a straw. Years from now she'll be big and in school, and this won't be part of my mornings. I want to remember her this small, sweet, and covered in yogurt. If you're a parent or caregiver to little ones, I imagine you might feel the same way.

There you have it, my #SundaySeven ! Now show me yours! If you haven't started already, it's not too late to start. Just take a photo of your everyday life and use the hashtag #SundaySeven on facebook or instagram . I'll be giving away 4 documentary sessions this year to those that participate in the Sunday Seven project, so tag and share away!