Credit goes to Mom for this brilliant idea. I love it - it makes me laugh.
I captured this retired firetruck parked in a field alongside Highway 15. It's familiar to me from my six years trekking up and down that highway "on the road" between W-ville and Wilmington. And nothing says roadside in the south like a non-working automobile, a pasture, cows and a power line.
I kept hoping to snap a group family shot that would work for this category, but it never happened. And in a way, Dillon's a great representative of "priorities." Soon after I found out he was on his way, I made plans to move back home. Not just for him, but for the whole family. Besides, who wouldn't make this little guy a priority?
In the eleventh hour when I still couldn't think of a photo for movement, I knew it was time to get creative. I like to think of this as my MacGyver picture. I used a small screw driver to dismantle this watch and expose its "movement."
When I was little, I loved paths that led off into the woods or around a bend to where I couldn't see. I always imagined they were the "way" to magical places. To further my interpretation of this one, I took this photo on my "way to go" to work!
I collect pottery, and it certainly accessorizes our house. When I travel, I often try to find a piece of pottery as a souvenir - like this little pot from Salt Lake City, Utah.
Even though the composition on this one isn't perfect and you can see my shadow as I shot over Justin's shoulder, I thought that the sheer delight on Dillon's face made up for all my technical problems. He thought Auntie "Eena's" shower was quite magical indeed.
A pool, framed by a flagstone walkway; an arch, framing another arch, framing a door.
Dillon takes a turn on the "side" on a very hot, very sunny September afternoon.

Anna's cat Oreo - half black, half white. And all sass.