I always enjoy spending the first few weeks of a new year reflecting back on the old. I read through the my journals and scroll through the pictures I took, reminding myself of what I’ve learned and experienced over those 365 days. I note the highlights and the lowlights, what was the same and what was different, what was new and what was old—and this is what I found for 2019:
There were wonderful old things—
Old friends to catch up with…
The faithful, breathtaking repetition of seasons…
Old favorite vacation spots from our childhoods, revisited with our own children…
Time-worn traditions and celebrations honored once again…
And not-so-exciting old things—
The same old piles of dirty dishes every day…
Bigger quantities of the same old cycle of laundry: wash, dry, fold, put away, repeat…
Vehicles aging, old parts needing replaced…
Old habits struggling to be broken…
But in the midst of all the old, the good and the bad, His mercies were new. Fresh, marvelous and breathtaking every day, breathing life and purpose and wonder into the sameness and drudgery of life.
There were also wonderful new things—
New faces to become friends with…
New recipes tried, new books read…
New ways I was challenged and uplifted spiritually…
A new baby to carry, birth and nurture…
And not so fun new things—
New goodbyes to be said this side of heaven…
New-to-me levels of sickness and health issues, and need for help as I went through them…
New things to forgive and be forgiven for.
But in the midst of all this, the good and the bad, His mercies were old. Not old and worn out, but old and timeless and sure. Unchanging, firm, and the same, an untold comfort in the midst of change and uncertainty.
And now I’m three weeks into another new year,
days adding to days without stopping to wait while I reflect,
already colored by the un-calculated quantities of baby spit up on my shirt, giant snow storms and unexpected events.
And I’m here to say that I’m already discovering that the same old story from last year is on repeat in the new: His mercies are new every morning and great is His faithfulness. May you discover the same, in abundance, in the upcoming year!
“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,“therefore I will hope in him.” (Lamentations 3:21-24)
P.S. Featured here are a few odd pictures that I never got around to using from 2019! Also, I know I’ve been absent from this space for awhile, but I’ve had good reason in the form of one tiny adorable little man who arrived to change the landscape of our family forever in October. To those of you who have inquired with such kind interest as to the future state of this blog: Thank you for your patience as I’ve taken a long break from here to focus fully on adjusting to life as a family of six. Lord willing, I do hope to get back to more writing and photography as this new season permits! Meanwhile, you’ll find me taking baby portraits and writing in his baby book about first smiles and that time he slept eight hours….
Favorite Bucket List Score: A non-blurry close-up photo of a hummingbird has been on my list for a long time. If you know how fast these little beauties move, you know why I considered this opportunity a gift! This wasn’t the only shot I scored, either—and you can check out all of them in
Favorite Associated Memory: Not surprisingly, my favorites are often so because of the stories and memories behind them.
Favorite Travel Shot: I really had a hard time choosing, but oddly enough, I ended up settling on this one that never even made it into a blog post! (Thus, a bonus photo for you!) My reason is solely based on the humor of the situation. This is a wild turkey mama who apparently doesn’t believe in broadcasting photos of her family for the world to see. She paraded them daringly along the edge of the road, oblivious to traffic roaring by—but when I tried to discreetly poke a camera lens out the truck window, that was a different story. She has at least six chicks, who are down there in the grass by her feet hiding. I’m really not sure if that’s a twinkle of mischief in her eye there, or a glint of suspicion, or just a look of triumph for foiling my designs. She granted me this one cameo peekaboo shot, and that was it.
Favorite Action Shot: The story behind this one can be found
Favorite Landscape: The more you get into photography, the more you obsess about light. The absence or presence of the right kind of light, outside of actual studio photography, is something you chase after, wait for, wish for, do your best to contrive for, but cannot ever completely control. When you catch it, its a glorious moment. I passed this roadside bed of fire weed many times this summer, but it wasn’t until just the right shaft of late-afternoon golden light hit it, spotlighting the blossoms against the dark backdrop of forest, that it actually became worth stepping on the brakes for.
Favorite Car Window Shot: Hands down. It makes me smile every time I look at it.
Favorite Floral: Obviously I wasn’t the only one who appreciated the cornflower blue of these bachelor buttons in my flower garden this year!
Favorite Challenge (as in the photos I worked the hardest for): That would definitely be any photo containing otters. Just don’t ask how many photos I actually took to secure those I deemed worthy to share with you (you can view a couple more in
Favorite Nature Close-Up: I love the contrast of this perfect autumn leaf from my parent’s maple-rich yard posing on their picnic table.
Favorite Sky Capture: this alignment of the storm clouds and big round moon just after sunset was so stunning, and I enjoyed the extra fiddling with my camera required to expose those lunar craters just right! It rated high enough in my small world to become my desktop wallpaper. It must have appealed to you, too, because it also rated as the post with the most views for 2017!
This was the most magnificent sunset I have seen in my life, and the pictures (yes, they’re both from the same evening) hardly do it justice. It was also the one redeeming feature of the most severe summer storm I’ve had to drive through in my life. That was the road trip in which we missed half-dollar sized hail by a mere couple miles and because it was raining so hard could see nothing but the taillights ahead of us for what seemed like eternity (probably more like fifteen minutes). It was unforgettable all around.
There’s a new year rising, about ready to break over the horizon just like the sun was on this breathtakingly frosty morn.
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My favorite shot from our family trip out west this spring is a toss up between these two. I love the way the chartreuse green of budding cottonwoods is layered behind lavender lilacs against
Another lucky capture, taken less than twelve hours before my own sweet third baby girl was born. Perhaps it was the contortions I had to put my hugely pregnant self through to get low enough to the ground for this shot that
Flowers never fail to be an appealing subject.
I’ve been taking photos at the headwaters of the Mississippi ever since I owned a camera, but
Nocturnal photography is still experimental territory for me, which is why the success of this harvest moon capture (and what I learned in the process) was truly a highlight!
I discovered
I can never resist a good mushroom photo opportunity. The wet autumn hike through an ancient forest that led us to
And, finally,