Taylore’s senior photos were set on the beautiful backdrop of a farm/ranch that included horses and a rustic cabin, the perfect backdrop to have some fun with when you’re getting your senior shots taken. She was so natural in front of the camera and we had a lot of fun finding places to set up our next shot. I even got to take a few photos of her with her horse CJ, who was a little camera-shy at first, but eventually warmed up. We could have taken photos until the sun went down, but we had to hit the second location which included her dad’s pretty rad Harley. Take a look!
Living on a farm in Wisconsin, during the tail end of winter I might add, is quite different from the Florida house and tiny backyard from which we came from three short weeks ago. I’m up to my ears in mud (so is the dog), and I’ve never gone through so many socks in a one-week timeframe. But when life hands you mud, you get taller galoshes.
Despite the minor adjustments, we’re pretty settled and overjoyed to be home. And it just so happens that our current, temporary home is a pretty historical one. We’re living on my great grandparent’s farm, which became my grandparent’s home that my father grew up on as well. And that lead to my brother and I spending a great deal of time on the farm every summer as kids. People ask me what it’s like living here, and it’s hard to explain the feeling in just one word.
I will say my husband and I are nothing but grateful that we can stay here while we search for our permanent address, and I often wonder how coincidental it is that we ended up here. A lot of people say my grandmother would be proud, and I’d have to say I agree.
I thought about how I would share this place of so many great memories, and I decided to share the small bits and pieces that made this house so full of character instead of showing you room by room with the furniture we’ve recently inserted and the boxes we still haven’t unpacked.
You might see old, but I see memories at every turn…
Following up from my last post about moving, I will announce that we made the trek north and arrived safely! Besides the 25-hour continuous drive, car-egging incident, wildfire set-back and two other major traffic jams that forced us to u-turn in a grassy median, it all went swimmingly. And I have to give a huge thanks to my parents who helped us drive the moving truck cross-country. The whole do-it-yourself moving method is more work and headache, but by us packing everything and using the help of friends loading up the truck, we sure saved a lot of money and probably will have some pretty lasting memories to say the least.
Currently we’re settled in a farm house (yes, on an actual farm!) until we find and purchase our permanent address. So the months ahead will be just as exciting as the last couple. We’ve only chosen a handful of boxes to unpack along with our clothes, to avoid any unnecessary packing–we’ve had our fill. As for friends and family, it has been exciting to be able to make plans and see them without purchasing a plane ticket. Small things you might take for granted seem so wonderfully convenient, like being able to drive our very own car to a restaurant instead of borrowing someone else’s while in town.
One piece of the puzzle that was missing was the snow. I, a lover of snow, looked forward to catching the tail-end of winter (for Wisconsinites that’s kind of a joke) and getting to “play in the snow” a little before spring set in. But, with the mild winter the Midwest has been having, I began to think that maybe we wouldn’t be seeing much aside from a few flurries. And then I went to sleep the other night saying to my husband just before I shut my eyes, “Why won’t it just snow?”
And I woke up to this, a beautiful invitation to play in the snow…
A little while ago I traveled back up to Wisconsin and took some photos of a place I spent a lot of time at as a kid, my grandma’s farm. I probably even called it a “second home” back then, but as I find myself getting a little bit older I often hear myself say “home” a lot while referring to several different places. It’s probably just out of habit, really. I mean, you’ve invested so much time at these places, why not I guess. I’ve had a first bedroom and lots of first memories in one home, first roommates in another home, first Florida home, first home owned by my husband and I…and all have played a roll in who I am today. Here’s a couple favorites from that day…