here, chicky, chicky...

Miah and Kylan.  Daddy feeding his little chicken.

Gabe was having one of those, it's a cow mom, moment. 

Corn-fed chickens.

                                                                       Mr. Serious

My one-eyed Jack

Hello Hay Ride!

come on now, focus, or don't.

I really did not know, when I had children, how much my brain would feel fragmented and entirely the opposite of whole.  it scatters into making sure she's okay cause she has a test today or it's monday and she vomitted in her brother's shoe or he can't sit still and focus or he does focus and can't transition onto something else.  these amazing babes and trying to develop me, not always wanting to be in the darkroom, but framed on the wall.  as i write this, i can see that being 'framed' would be too final and that the interest and passion lie in the process of focusing the blurry image and there will be days when it is just that, blurry (i have been capturing pictures and attended a yearbook workshop last night and so it flows).  i see these two final (which aren't really two but a series and aren't really final) moments and know in the midst of balancing us there is this     

                               peace.