Year 2_Day 143

"Mommy". Quite possibly the first word a little boy will say, the beginning of a lifelong conversation with his mother. In between childhood and adulthood many words will pass between a mother and a son, some in love, some in anger, some in sadness, and others in joy. Their bond will forever affect the way he'll view women. But it's in a mother's eyes that a son will remain forever young -- and forever cherished.
~ from a description of the book Mothers & Sons, A Celebration in Memoirs, Stories, and Photographs by Jill Morgan

Year 2_Day 142

Drove up to New Hampshire today with Mom and Dad to have lunch and visit with Dad's sister and brother-in-law (my Aunt Helen and Uncle Whitey), who are visiting from Ohio. It was so great to see them again and catch up on the families.

Year 2_Day 141

Newburyport Harbor at Night

Year 2_Day 140

“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.”
~unknown

Year 2_Day 139

“Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”
~Franklin P. Jones

Year 2_Day 138

“Almost all words do have color and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too”
~Gladys Taber

Year 2_Day 137

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”
~Henry Ward Beecher

(my brush is my camera ~amyloupics)