Happy Teusday everyone. I found this picture last night while I was trying to organize myself, since I promised to do more blog posts this year. For those who don’t know me, I love taking pictures. It’s not because I’m vain, although I do like to check myself out occassionally when I’m comfortable in my skin and I feel good and confident, but that’s another story for another post.
I love photographs because growing up my Dad always made us take lots of pictures whenever we travelled, during special moments in our lives or just simply when we were together. Photography for me is beautiful. The Art of capturing Time, Moments & Memories is pure magic. Pictures tell a story and holds lots of memories, from your emotions to your journey through life. For me a Photograph is a Time Machine. It is capturing history in present time for the future, if that makes sense to you.
Anyway, I took these pictures early Spring last year after I was sick for several months and had surgery. Through that experience I had become fearless, I quit my 9-5 job, decided to move to Houston with my husband to work on my business and I was just so appreciative of being alive and was and is still excited for the future. And this was one of those days that I didn’t care what shape, size or weight I was, I felt great in my skin, I was happy and I felt like a million bucks.