The sun streaming in through the stained glass window of the church on Sunday morning. Everyone with hands joined for the last song before the service finishes and we head out into the sunshine. Lots of familiar faces. Lots of unfamiliar faces. Lots of emotion being back here for the first time.
Everyone sitting out under the trees. A light breeze playing at the edges of the white tablecloths that cover the 3 tables. One table holds a cheese platter (with grapes figs and ginger), a bowl of punch and some glasses. The other two tables empty waiting for the mountains of food that would appear soon. People sitting on chairs and benches, leaning forward, deep in conversation. The four little ones with their hats and bubble wands running out into the sun and back again.
The jet black cow standing on the edge of the dam - the sun reflecting off her shiny coat. The grey clouds slowly building against the clear blue sky. The washed out green trees queued across the ridge behind. The dam half filled with muddy water. Gone in an instant as the car continues down the twisting road towards home.
Coming back down this side of the range. Road hugging the edge of the mountain. The rest of the range blue in the distance, the blue sky broken up by wisps of clouds. Trees in the foreground flicking past making shadows on the road, trees on the distant hillsides indiscernible, blended into one.
Four photos I did take last weekend
(loving the sparkly ballet flats with work pants)
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