In through our living room windows were the most beautiful evening sunshine rays. While eighteen bright white eggs were meticulously being colored, my kids were illuminated with rays of backlight straight from heaven. It was magical.
the journal of a nature-loving, country-living Montana mama raising two tiny humans, vegetables, goats and chickens |:| yearning to slow time while freezing our precious life with photos & words |:| striving to live slowly, wholly, honestly and gracefully while chasing wildlife, chickens, rainbows and dreams |:| "We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.” ~Marie B. Ray
Monday, April 21, 2014
Egg Dying
Light. Photographers, of all level and expertise, become slightly obsesses with light. We plan everything around the right light. This night little was planned. All day it was so warm outside. The first really warm day spent entirely outside. I put off dying eggs as long as possible to maximize our outside time. After dinner had come and I could not put if off any longer.
In through our living room windows were the most beautiful evening sunshine rays. While eighteen bright white eggs were meticulously being colored, my kids were illuminated with rays of backlight straight from heaven. It was magical.
In through our living room windows were the most beautiful evening sunshine rays. While eighteen bright white eggs were meticulously being colored, my kids were illuminated with rays of backlight straight from heaven. It was magical.
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