Blueberry Musings

I had a small revelation one recent morning as I was sorting through two pints of blueberries. Donovan had finished his breakfast of blueberries, bananas and baby cereal mixed with milk and homemade pureed pears. He was in his high chair finishing up with handfuls of Toasted O's, while I was sorting (and eating many of) the remaining berries, placing the mushy, baggy-skinned ones in one pint box and the firm ones in a little red vintage Pyrex dish. The choice blueberries looked so lovely in that dish that the process felt artful. The thought crossed my mind that these simple, artful moments should add up to something bigger. How could I capture them, express them? The reality is that the experience was mine alone and that I might just have to be content to enjoy such moments and let them pass without seizing them as mine.

My Favorite Subject

I don't have to go to work these days because I stay at home with my baby, Donovan. He is 14 months already! From his very first days I have called him Peanut. Or Mr. Peanut. It's what probably millions of other parents call their child, so sometimes I wish I had a more creative name for this most special boy, but Peanut it was, and still is. I am dedicating my days to raising Mr. Peanut and I love to take pictures of him. There are from last week. I was having a really hard afternoon until I captured these.