storytime

faith like a child

the other day as I held Little M, reading her books, she looks up and begins to count the freckles on my face. One after the other, she counts, “Sparkle. Sparkle. Another sparkle. Sparkles”. The beauty of innocence is joyful fascination and gladness to see and speak of beauty.

dearest ukraine

While staying inside from the cool winds swirling over South Florida. I had plenty of time to rest and edit through the first 2 rolls of film (of 30) from Ukraine. Here is a tiny sneak peak. 

Savannah looks unto Kiev