We usually only have one day each week to spend together as a whole unit...daddy included. It is always really exciting for the babes, a bit chaotic because of the energy that comes from things being abnormal and unique...but always appreciated and treasured. The day was really beautiful on Sunday...and this time around we only had a short morning to share together. So, we went down by some water, took a nice, long morning walk beside it and I enjoyed playing with my camera a bit more. I am really intrigued by architecture. Usually, historic architecture is what speaks to me most provokingly...causing me to dream up a thousand different stories of what the walls have seen and heard...what has been lived beneath that frame. I love when a building can tell it's own stories from the creaks and groans of the floor board...to the disintegrating exterior. There is something really magical about an old building. There aren't too many old buildings around my neck of the woods. When we took this walk yesterday, I got to looking at the architecture around me...and I really had a good time with trying to capture a new perspective on what I normally dismiss as just another form of the "new and improved" kind of synthetic world we are surrounded by.
These are all simple, unaltered shots. The images may not tell a story by themselves but when I started to explore different ways of looking at the lines of the objects and the space in between them, I started seeing new forms...and for me, it was just the perspective I needed for them to come to life...telling their own stories just the way they are.