The first rule of the DPP is don’t talk about the DPP.
Wait, scratch that.
The first rule of the DPP is… don’t leave your camera at home.
Seriously.
DON’T LEAVE YOUR CAMERA AT HOME. It is no good to you there.
Until it really kinda is.
Today I left my camera at home. I was all prepared to photograph my dentist, but somehow the notion of camera got shoved back behind 1) the desire to actually shower before going out in public and 2) my typical dentist office anxiety. However, I’d say things worked out well because, in the end, I snapped this image which I really love. On my way back into the house I saw the Morehead family coming home from lunch. After running in to grab my camera, I quickly snapped a few shots in the snow. Whew, I got my portrait for the day.
Livia, age 7, receiving some fatherly instruction at dinner tonight.
I’ve had a really wonderful birthday. I can’t put together coherent sentences anymore because it’s late and time to shut down for the night. Thanks to my mom for capturing this moment of me on my 34th birthday. I altered the camera settings and told her where the shutter button was, so it totally still counts for the DPP. Night, all!
The gorgeous and talented Christine Weeks! My guess is that this woman can do anything. And if she can’t, please don’t tell me; I’m enjoying living in this fantasy world. ;)
My little friends Grace and Micah were baptized tonight at church. I was going to link back to the photo shoot we did a few weeks ago, but oh yeah, I haven’t posted those images yet. This is an excellent reminder to do so! So anyhow, tonight these sweet kids were baptized at Redeemer—and it got me a bit choked up. Baptism itself doesn’t save; Jesus is the Savior of mankind. But we baptize our babies, our toddlers, our teens, our adults because it’s a sign that we belong to God. What a beautiful expression of faith tonight, to see Grace publicly proclaim her faith and to see Micah receive this sacrament. Afterwards I told Grace how neat it was to see her baptized, and she informed me with great excitement that she got to take communion. Yep, communion is pretty darn exciting, too.
Not only did we get our first snowfall in Lincoln yesterday, it was that gorgeous, wet kind of snow that blankets every single skinny branch and drapes over everything, making the television and telephone cable lines objects of beauty. The sun came out this morning and then the world began to really sparkle.
I can see Renae out my back window. She’s snapping away at the snowy grandeur as well. We just can’t stay away. Even the trees in their snowy fleeces are praising God this morning.
