These are my grandparents. Having lunch on a summer day. Something they have done many times over their 60 plus years together.
These are the sorts of images I try to capture when I am with them.
The everyday images. The little bits of what life is like in their company.
Their house is my hide-away. My resting place. My oasis.
And not just the house, but them as well.
They have always provided sanctuary for me, for as long as I can remember.
Wrapping me up with their handmade quilts and handmade love.
Their home is where I go to rest. To think. To celebrate. To read. To dream.
Their screened in porch is is my favorite spot of all.
Calm resides there.
If I could choose what heaven could be like this would be it for me.