There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear; I hear;”
And the lily whispers, “I wait.”
Tennyson—Maud. Pt. XXII. St. 10.
I am so excited to post these new photos. I am totally in love with them. I was lucky enough to get to spend some time recently with one of my favorite families and got to do a mini photo shoot with little Miss I. She is a bundle of energy and really a sweetheart....
Its been a while since I blogged. The holidays are always so crazy, I think I have finally just recovered from all the busyness. I thought I would start off with a new type of blog post- Inspiration. Photography is how I express myself, but my photography is inspired by music, poetry, people, and more. ...
