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Another day in the life

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These cats love to be held out the bathroom window. Owen Meany (the one with the white paws) runs in here every time I come in this bathroom, begging to be held out. Elphaba comes to the doorway to see if it’s going to happen. She won’t bother coming all the way in the room unless it’s worth it. I usually use two hands to hold them while they stick their heads out and peer at the world.

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Journey

I don’t usually open with words, but this is not one of my usual posts.

Four days after Christmas, my father passed away suddenly, at the age of 83. He had been in the hospital with some complications from a hip fracture when his heart just stopped.

He had lived in Dallas for 50+ years, but we chose to bury him in his hometown in southern Illinois, where he grew up and where his parents are buried. Illinois always felt like home to him, and it seemed like the right place to all of us. This is the story of the road trip my husband, brother, and I took to my dad’s final resting place.

Warning: I included a photo of the open casket below.

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27-lawrenceville-documentary-photographer28-lawrenceville-documentary-photographer29-lawrenceville-documentary-photographer30-lawrenceville-documentary-photographer31-lawrenceville-documentary-photographerMy favorite blanket ever. We brought it with us in the car, to the hotel, everywhere. They made fun of me, but this blanket is amazing.

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My grandmother

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My grandfather, with the tent in the background so you can see how close my dad is to them.

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Saturday morning with Marni & David

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The Hesters | getting ready to move

Move away from Houston…whaat? Who would do that?

And yet they did. Packed up and headed to North Carolina, where they are originally from. They had lived in this house for years. They remodeled it with their own hands. This is the house that they brought home their second daughter to when they adopted her.

This is an ordinary Sunday at home in their (now) old house.

Day in the life

A series of photos from one day in my life. All shot on the Fuji x100s.

(P.S. I would love to do this for your life, too.)