I have been on the hunt for some new photo locations. And by “on the hunt,” I mean “driving for hours on end cursing every lawn mower ever made.”
I’ve wanted a “wild” field. With flowers. And tall grass. And color. And Tinkerbell’s relatives flitting to and fro.
But they are hard to come by in Orange County. Lots of beautiful parks; few un-mowed fields.
So, lucky me, when I made an off-the-beaten-path pit-stop, and looked across the street and saw it. And almost peed. (With excitement, of course.)
My magical field.
It was real.
And pretty.
And not in Texas.
And I started singing, “The hills are aliiiiive, with the sound of muuuuuusic…” (*music, being my camera shutter clicking)
So when Matt came home, I literally flew out the door with Jake, Grace, and a chair. We had 30 minutes. The sun was bailing, and I had to get to get to the field and throw my kids to the wild field beetles in the name of art.
We arrived. And we had fun. And we laughed. And I shot. And marveled, not just at the beauty of the deep purple blooms, but at the beauty of my kids. And how they love looking for ladybugs, making one another laugh, and how they sat and smiled and turned just so for me. Like they knew that mom needed this.
I did.
Are those my kids … touching each other … ON PURPOSE?!??
I miss my baby in this one, so we are definitely going back …
I didn’t get as many of Jake as I would have liked. You see … there was the vicious rabid fanged beetle. And Jake does not like thing that crawl … (Yes, I will have to delete this when he is old enough to find my blog…)
And then I shot this, and knew it was time to go.
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