Everywhere

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I look at you, and blink.
Wind, and the world shifts.
New shadows, new light.




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  1. Walk With Father NatureJuly 27, 2013 at 8:07 AM

    Emily:

    Unlike the fleeting beauty of flowers during this luxurious season, the life of a newborn child is in a perpetual state of blooming, and changing. Blessing the hours of your days, the days of your week, this ever present gift in your life.

    Richard

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 29, 2013 at 8:15 PM

      Thanks so much, Richard. Every time I look at El, he's somehow different. Hard to comprehend how fast this baby phase will pass. *sigh* I am soaking up the moments.

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  2. CarverJuly 27, 2013 at 1:49 PM

    Beautiful shot and words.

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  3. Sallie (FullTime-Life)July 27, 2013 at 7:03 PM

    How perfectly lovely! Words and pictures!

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  4. tinajoJuly 28, 2013 at 8:11 AM

    Lovely pics and words! :-)

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  5. UnknownJuly 29, 2013 at 4:45 PM

    Wonderful depth of field.
    I've been reading through many posts and
    following your tabs at the top.
    You have a great blog...
    I've joined at the bottom and added your blog to
    my RSS feed :)
    Congrats on the birth of Elliot.

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 29, 2013 at 8:17 PM

      Hi Deb -- So glad you clicked over. I appreciate your comments and presence here!

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  6. Minnesota Prairie RootsJuly 30, 2013 at 8:33 PM

    You are a wise mother, to savor each moment, to note the subtle and not so subtle changes. Time passes so quickly. I know.

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 31, 2013 at 12:25 PM

      This little boy is almost six months old, Audrey! Amazing.

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  7. JenniferJuly 31, 2013 at 6:39 AM

    The delicate foliage almost seems to flutter as your eye moves around the images. Beautiful!

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    1. Emily BrisseJuly 31, 2013 at 12:26 PM

      Yes, isn't it a beautiful plant? Now if only I knew what it was called... All are welcome to identify it!

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  8. WildBillJuly 31, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    Yes! And in the blink of an eye each precious moment passes yielding to yet another wonderful moment. Thanks for this thought (and your terrific photos too)!

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  9. AnonymousAugust 1, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    Just lovely!

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