So, I had a very hard time narrowing these pictures down to just 5. Looking through old pictures and having to choose favorites was like putting a 6 year old in a candy store with one dollar. I quickly realized after starting this assignment that I was more drawn to the photos that had strong emotional ties or memories than just beautiful photos. My "beautiful" photos tend to be landscapes, interesting compositions, or natural patterns, but my favorite photos remind me of wonderful memories.
Here they are:
This picture is of my husband on one of our walks at chanticleer. This is before I was back at school for my masters, and I had time to take leisurely strolls in the fall. This is about 5 years ago now, and when I look at this photo I see a more relaxed time period in my life. Now that I teach full time and go to school, I appreciate what leisure looks like. I earn my leisure now, and its very different.
This little fuzzy treasure is my kitty, posed with her "catch" Mr. Mouse. When I found her on the street in Philadelphia, she was very thin and had many ailments. We worked through it together, and now she is the light of my life. I promised I'd get a pic of her in here, and no list of my favorite pictures could be complete without her.
This is my husband on our honeymoon in Reykjavik, Iceland. While I have many gorgeous landscape and cityscape photos of this beautiful country, this one takes me back to the experience of being there, the little day to day things we did, sight seeing, trying new places to get breakfast, etc. This place was called the Grey Cat (or Grai Kotturinn in Icelandic), and was a bookshop / coffee shop / breakfast nook in a basement. Glorious.
Here is my husband (lower right) with 5 of his 6 siblings. We are on vacation in Avalon, our first night in the house, and the heavy drinking is underway. How they managed this pyramid I still can't understand. Taking this photo, with its bad lighting and horrible composition, was the last coherent thing I did that evening. :) But I have wonderful memories of these vacations, I think everyone in this picture remembers this night fondly.
This picture is off our back deck, its the blizzard of 2009. This was the first winter that my husband and I owned this home, and we lost power for three days. No heat. My parents had a photo in their album off their back deck of the blizzard of 83, and it's like a cycle that we move out, grow up, and build very similar memories of our own.