by Emily P Freeman | Jun 17, 2015 | family, photography, rest
This week, I practice the words of Macrina Wiederkehr and I’m “leaving my head for a while on a journey to my heart.” I’m always surprised how I’ve lost the way but my Father knows and brings me home again. Sometimes the journey to the...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 18, 2013 | freedom, photography
He swings high and jumps off on three, sand flying when his feet land. He’s seven now, hair lightened from the sun. He runs across the playground to jump off something else. I walk to the swings, settle into the seat. They make them smaller now, you know....
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 16, 2013 | photography
Two play in the water while our third draws lines in the sand. The surprise rain sent the crowds away even though it left as quickly as it came. We remain with a few all-dayers and their puppies. The tide is out, the sun sets, and the wind plays in circles around my...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 15, 2013 | breathe, photography
When I see a lamp post, I have a hard time not taking a photo of it. Like trees, lamp posts bear witness to stories that happen beneath them. They are interesting to me. I feel the same way about the moon. So when I see a lamp post and the moon at the same time, I...
by Emily P Freeman | Mar 26, 2012 | photography, story, writing
They stood on the corner of Elm and McGee, laughing over flirt-heavy secrets and the funny things of nerves or love. Or maybe both. She was dressed for a date — ballet flats, strapless dress, a smile wide enough to connect the mountains to the sea. He had on...
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 21, 2012 | faith, photography, story
We have a dog who ate the couch so now we have an empty-ish sunroom. He can’t reach the twinkle lights, so even though it’s kind of dorm room-y to nail lights to the walls and probably breaks every real-person decorating rule, I’m keeping them up...
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