A New Year, and Hopefully more blogging

So outside of my goals I've set for my photography (learning my camera more, getting a new lens, and hopefully making the top 20 on 365), I also want to blog more.  Lately on 365, I've gotten comments that the writing in my captions is very well done.  I've always loved to write, and well, I really want to keep this blog up to date for once.  So we'll see, right?

The husband unit has been on leave, so we've been enjoying some down times.  It's been a trial and error process on getting new routines established for Ali with us being back home.  Things are mellowing out now it seems.  She's a lot like her daddy, change does not phase them much.  I'm the one that goes "OMG PANIC!" at change. 

I've started Year 2 already for 365.  I'm a month out from finishing my first year.  I'm proud of myself that I've stuck with it, even if I had a month of filler shots due to a broke camera.  I still stuck it out.  Ali and I started a project for her, but her want to do it seems to have died off in the excitement of Christmas, Daddy, and the trip back home.  I can't blame her.  That's a lot for a four year old to comprehend and take in! 

Here are a few of my shots recently:



 





I also started a facebook page to show my pictures on for folks not on 365.  Moody Rainbow Photography is the page!  It's just to show things as I learn.  It's been a fun 11 months learning so far, so I can't wait to see what the new year brings.

I could get lost at the beach

So this week, I went to the beach for the first time since marrying a sailor. (Well, for the first time without him with me.) We went to go watch for his submarine to come in from sea. I could so get lost just looking out at the water. It was a very surreal experience, and one I could see myself getting hooked on. In a dream world, I'd love to have a house on the beach, where I could watch the waves each day. Wondering just where in the blue horizon he was. This notion made my husband giggle because 1) I can not swim and wouldn't want to go to far into the water. and 2) Because of my ear, I'm pretty sure I'd be a lovely sea sickness patient.

But you know what I came to realize is very true this week? I have a connection to the sea, the water and the waves. That salty water smell, the sound of the waves crashing, the slight dampness in the air. All of them remind me of my husband. I felt so at comfort and peace on that beach. Part of that was probably the fact I knew I'd see him in a short time, but the other was just that it felt right to be there.