STRAWBERRIES & CREAM. STREET PHOTOGRAPHY. JAZZ FESTIVAL
This week I’ve gotten a chance to edit some pictures from this spring and early summer, so I’ll be sharing some of those tonight. I don’t even remember what happened in May besides for these two weeks except for finishing school. It’s crazy how memories can just leave you and it’s the times you’ve documented in pictures or words that you really remember.
In May I had done a two week fast/cleanse. We expected that I would be very weak, so we hired a mother’s helper. Lucinda had been here twice before–once on a missions trip during her senior year, and once two years ago when she and another friend came for a week to study photography.
Lucinda has such a sweet, servant heart and she brings so much CHEER, too. She worked so hard while she was here–thoroughly cleaned our house, played with the boys, cooked lots of food for our family to eat and to freeze for later, and took care of all of us. We loved having her with us.
One evening she and I spent an evening out and included some time for street photography.
I enjoyed chatting with this man for awhile. He gave me his email address, and I sent him these images. I’ve seen him playing since and hope to connect with him again sometime.
One of the last nights she was here we took the train into Midtown for the jazz festival. It was a nice leisurely, evening excursion. I was finished with the fast at that point, but so weak that I was walking super, super, super slowly. Lucinda would run ahead and chase the boys as we walked through the park toward the festival. Paxton tagged along trying his best to keep up with them and Steve and I strolled along previewing what it must feel like to be old and still in love. :)
We sat surrounded by hundreds of people and listened to the music as the sun slowly sank below the horizon. I could go to events like that just for the fun of people watching, but it’s also fun to soak in a bit of culture and have a big open space where the boys can run.
Lucinda took the picture of the three boys.^ I love it.
Steve is so strong for me and I love how this picture depicts how protected and safe I feel with him.
As we walked back to the train station we passed a man sitting alone playing his own jazz. (literally. :)) The festival was fun, but this scene seemed to fit the tunes. I call this The Lone Jazz Player.