A pre Halloween hay ride had the girls in full costume today.
Grace’s pre-bar salute… a perfect 10.
In my eyes a 7.4 seems pretty close to a 10.0… Grace however, seems to disagree. Her disappointment was short-lived thanks to an uncle, auntie and quadruple grandparent turnout. Thanks for coming everyone!
Isabel moves to music in her head and rolls with a style all her own.
A generation ago, a little girl from Motley, Minnesota played a flute in her grade school band. Today, a little girl from Duluth, Minnesota plays that very flute, in her grade school band.
A recent post on the Strobist got me thinking about my little used and long forgotten reflector. It’s simple, inexpensive, and in some situations, makes for some beautiful light.
Isabel waiting for her piano lesson in St. Scholastica’s Tower Hall. Image taken and uploaded directly from my phone ~ amazing!
Built with big earrings, pony tails and a single pink block.
Isabel’s new piano piece arrives just in time… happy halloween
Brushed out the neighborhood trail this past weekend. Afterwards, the whole crew made first tracks.
Already 3 weeks into school, Grace works to balance homework, 4 hours of gymnastics twice a week, and band practice (flute)… I don’t worry about her falling, rather finding time.
Despite the serenity here, the clock is ticking. Reading calendars, tracking minutes and the worries of a 5th grade Type A have begun. While Grace likes to read, she does so with a timer running ensuring she meets the 20 min requirement.
Worry over her success I will never… over her worries often.
Nikon D3, ISO 400, Nikon 24mm f/1.4, 1/25 sec @ f/1.4.
You’ve likely heard it takes 10,000 hours of practice to achieve mastery in a field. Well, I know this welder guy who put his 10,000 hours in like 40 years ago… and he’s still welding. So if you’re a master after 10,000, what are you after 100,000?
Hot and humid for back to school week.
Yes already… exciting, depressing, but they are cute.
ps. check out those mother approved kicks on Isabel
The cedar grove flanking our campsite was a great place to enjoy a good book, or in dad’s case, a good nap.
or so it would seem… If you look really close you’ll notice a white cord going from my ankle to our canoe camera left.
Wednesday was a day trip over a short portage and a couple miles of water to Gordon lake. Sightseeing and a swim filled the near perfect afternoon.