Truth be told, football has never been my thing, and while I’ve truly enjoyed living in Seattle for the past seven years, I haven’t entirely felt like I belong. But this last month, the 12th man has won my heart. The die hard fans of Seattle have taught me that a some teams are just worth rooting for (especially a group of athletes that were told they would never make it in this league). More importantly, they’ve taught me that Seattle is a city that stands behind its people, with passion.
I’m not sure I can adequately describe the energy surrounding Seattle over the past month. It’s electrifying. You can’t turnaround without seeing another jersey, another flag, another set of blue and green lights, another new friend wearing your colors. If you believe in the power of positive thinking and had experienced these fans for yourself, you’d never had doubted our Seahawks. Yes, I said “our” Seahawks; the 12th man finally made me feel connected to my adopted home, for which I can’t thank them enough. Go Hawks!
After spending Christmas with my family in Vermont, we headed up north to the wilds of Canada for New Years with my husband’s family. (To me, city life is ‘the wilds’ compared to small town Vermont). Besides some quality family time, we got to meet our beautiful new nephew, eat some delicious meals and enjoy fabulous boxing day sales.
And of course our annual New Years tradition of eating every piece of seafood the city has to offer. These photos don’t do this smorgasbord justice; as a group, we can down a great deal of shellfish.
We made the annual trek back east for Christmas and despite the frigid temperatures had a fabulous time with our families. Here are some photos from our week in Vermont at my sister’s house. We spent much of the time playing in the snow (well…ice really), cooking and just enjoying time together as a family. Here’s to another happy holiday season.
For Christmas Eve we had a Yankee Swap Party with the whole family. I believe the compression socks and Galileo thermometer were the most sought after (err…stolen) gifts of the night. Sadly no one wanted to take the over-sized t-shirt I opened from Dad.
The joys of Christmas morning. There is nothing better than watching my niece and nephews’ faces light up with each gift they opened…and gave.
Stay tuned for more photos of the beauty of ice covered Vermont and our trip farther north to Montreal :)
Although Thanksgiving and Hanukkah have long past and Christmas is still around the corner (not to mention all the other holidays of the season) , I wanted to wish you, whatever and wherever you celebrate, a Merry Everything…and a happy new year!
Cinder would also like to pass on the holiday cheer, except she’s too mesmerized by all the pretty lights.
It’s been more than two months since we returned from our glorious trip to Spain with my family and I am thrilled to finally share some photos. This is really just a drop in the bucket, but it captures the people, place and fun times that made for a perfect vacation. It was a week of great food, sunsets, wine, dance parties, soccer, rugby practice, water balloon fights, laying by the pool, wandering the olive orchards and just spending time with family. I feel pretty lucky to be apart of this crew and to have had the opportunity to gather in the idyllic Spanish countryside for Dad’s 70th Birthday. Thank you to my parents, brother and sister-in-law for making it happen, and to the rest of the family for a week full of great memories. Time to start planning the next trip!
My sister is an Ironman Champion. She has won three women’s pro races in the last two years and yesterday placed 13th at the world championship in Kona (not to mention her many other great finishes). Incredible!
While I was busy sleeping and eating during our trip to Spain this summer (yes, more photos coming soon!) she was in full training mode for yesterday’s race. Happily, I was able to capture a few shots of her hard at work amongst the olive trees. Go, Jessie, go!
I just got back from two glorious weeks in Europe. We spent the first week with my family in the Spanish countryside and then my husband and I continued on to explore the wonderful cities of Barcelona and Paris.
From the second we arrived my photographer’s eye was on high-alert. I wanted to photograph everyone and everything, from my beautiful family, to the olive grooves, to the fabulous food, to the historic cities. I have many posts planned for the next few weeks of our adventures, but first I will start with a photo of my family. My nieces and nephews are the reason I became a photographer in the first place. I’ve been capturing their smiles since the oldest was a baby and loving every second of it.
PS. I would like to give a shoot out to the Gorilla Pod for this photo, it’s clinging to a pile of furniture so that I could be in the family photo too. Amazing tripod, especially for travel!