in focus | a photography project.

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. 

// Ansel Adams // 

a year passes so quickly. so silently. so many memories that follow. so many memories lost. yet, a photograph  captures the memory in a minute's time. memory fails. photographs last forever. photography isn't about how lovely a photograph looks, how detailed the camera captures the landscape; it's about embracing life the Lord gave us and cherishing the moments.

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sometimes I struggle for words. yet photographs are another story. pictures hold a thousand words; they tell stories by themselves. because behind the shutter lies a photographer, and a mind beholding a memory. so because yesterday was my first anniversary owning my beloved Nikon D3100. because I love photography. because pictures tell a thousand words. I'm introducing my latest project...

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I'm not promising this project is going to be a success, as life gets busy and photography isn't a HUGE priority {though mind you I love it}. but I want to improve and take more photographs and share my journey with you.

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won't you come and join?

love,
the keeper of the garden.

{{note :: since I shall be posting my photographic progress here on my main blog, my photography blog will be closing, thus please stop following. thank you so much for your support on my previous A Tinge of Blue, a Speck of Red, a Patch of Green!}}.

postscript :: my dearest friend miss Johanna is hosting a lovely giveaway, giving away some darling prizes. why don't you go visit her parlor here. she's expecting you with tea. ;)
 

the One who's knitting my life together.

it starts with a simple strand of yarn. perhaps, one may call it pretty but they would agree to call it insignificant by itself. yet when two simple needles, made of metal or wood, meet with the simple strand of yarn something beautiful happens.

  

*click, click, click* the captivating needles go. meticulously the hands of the knitter weaves the strand together, magically creating the yarn to dance across the needles. *click, click* with every stitch, with every skimming loop the artist places a bit of their soul into it. soon thereafter a skein, an insignificant strand of yarn is turned into a masterpiece. 

life is busy and most often time chaotic. when I can find a quiet moment to spare, I steal myself away to knit. there is something alluring about the way the needles repeatedly go back and forth creating a row; something comforting as the needles slip through the loops and click to the rhythm of my heart. 

and then, as I was weaving a bit of cotton yarn into a scarflette, I realized that knitting is like my life. it starts with a strand of yarn that the Maker takes and weaves, knowing that every strand - every insignificant strand - serves a purpose in His design.    

over the years, He knits and weaves a complex design by adding different strands to the ultimate masterpiece. perhaps, he adds a color we normally would not have chosen, soon seeing as time progresses the beauty of it and what we call an every-day, "blessing." He adds a new color that lasts perhaps but for a season that we would have normally kept. 

perhaps even sometimes we tend to think we can take the project into our own hands and mimic the design on our own, adding what we think is best. then realizing, what a tangled mess we knit together, we shamefully take it back to the Master once again allowing Him to knit our lives together. so goes our life. 

I often think to myself, I have knit so much....but He's only begun.
and only then when He breaths, "well done," we will know when the project is complete.

postscript :: I have returned from my blogging break! :) oh, and if you're stumped on handmade Christmas presents, be sure to visit my crafting blog.
p.s.s. :: neat giving being hosted here.

add a little whimsy | make life a fairytale.

it's in the little things. in our thoughts. in our dreams. in our fancies. in our memories. 

perhaps, sometimes it's the way the sun gleams upon a bit of grass or draping across the treetops. 

sometimes it's the rustling of the breeze brushing through the willow's quivering branches. 

sometimes it's a blossom or two of early spring adorning a bare branch...

...or a myriad of blossoms in a meadow. 

sometimes it's the reflection in the water. 

sometimes it's a bit of lace or ribbon flitting, twirling about.

sometimes it's the feeling when you listen to the ocean thunder....

...or the silence that overcomes the evening. 

sometimes it's the way the water ripples.

sometimes it's in the gentle rain...

...or on a quiet sunny day. 

sometimes it's the way the lights flicker when eventide falls...

sometimes it's in color.

sometimes it's in black and white.

no matter where it is found or what it might be, it's the little things found in our busy, confusing life that make us stop and sigh, connecting us to a world past our own, a world of vivid imagination. 

it's the little things that make life beautiful. 

add a little whimsy | make life a beautiful fairy tale. 

{for more images like that above, visit my whimsical pinterest board}