Senior Photos of my Niece

Aunt: A cherished friend and personal cheerlead who will also see you through rose-colored glasses.

I had the privilege of taking my nieces senior photos and what memories we made. 

Reminiscence Photography : The Tulip Festival

Reminiscence Photography : The Tulip Festival: Tulips BY A.E. StAllings The tulips make me want to paint, Something about the way they drop Their petals on the tabletop And...

Reminiscence Photography : The Best Family

Reminiscence Photography : The Best Family: " FAMILY IS FOREVER" A family is made of love and tears laughter and years It grows stronger with the passing of tim...

The Best Family

"FAMILY IS FOREVER"

A family

is made of love and tears

laughter and years

It grows stronger

with the passing of time

More precious 

with the making of memories

sometimes a family is made of ones

you don't like for a while and fight with a lot

But you love them for a life time

Not in numbers but in its capacity to love

It's the place you find

someone to encourage you

believe in you

Celebrate with you and comfort you

A family is where your heart 

feels most at home because you're

Always wanted always welcomed

Always needed

Always Loved

And always precious to everyone

So always love your family

Author: Crystal-Lynn Barringer

The last name of this family pretty much sums them up. They are the "best" It was nice to be able to capture a special moment with them and their first "child" Izabo. 

The Tulip Festival

Tulips

BY A.E. StAllings

The tulips make me want to paint,

Something about the way they drop

Their petals on the tabletop

And do not wilt so much as faint,

Something about their burnt-out hearts,

Something about their pallid stems

Wearing decay like diadems,

Parading finishes like starts,

Something about the way they twist

As if to catch the last applause,

And drink the moment through long straws,

And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.

The way they’re somehow getting clearer;

The tulips make me want to see—

The tulips make the other me

(The backwards one who’s in the mirror,

The one who can’t tell left from right),

Glance now over the wrong shoulder

To watch them get a little older

And give themselves up to the light.