“Lightplay” at The Holland Museum

I love capturing “lightplay” in my photographs.

The following shots were taken at The Holland Museum, in early afternoon, about three weeks ago:

Banister Lightplay HM

Banister Lightplay

Handrail Lightplay HM

Handrail Lightplay

Pillar Lightplay HM

Pillar Lightplay

 

This is part 2 of 7 this week, featuring my beloved Holland Museum.  Yesterday’s post is located here.

Enjoy your Saturday; and whether you travel as a local or a tourist; get your photography on at the Holland Museum!

 

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Ripples

This shot was taken at Centennial Park in Holland, MI.  Rainy days always leave me torn between puddle-jumping or burrowing in for a lazy-day nap.  This particular shot was taken on a different rainy day, but since I am home with a sick little guy today, I thought I would live vicariously through past photography jaunts. 🙂  Enjoy your day, however you spend it.  Love, Gracie K.Ripples

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – things that are Smooth

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is found here . The entries always inspire me!

Below is my entry for the week.

smooth

It was taken at a car show this past summer, in the small town that means so much to me.

Every time I see it, I want to run with the wind in my hair! =)

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Woo- hoo!

I am excited to share the great news that my photo is featured in this week’s edition of

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

The original post and photograph are

here

(Including the spell-checked version of the title 😉

If you are a photographer, check out her site and enter your work.

If you are a fellow beauty-lover,

peruse her pages.

I have learned SO much about photography from

her site!

Happy Tuesday!

And again, Thank you to Cee!

~Gracie K.

Lightplay 5 (c) Gracie K Harold 2014

Lightplay 5 (c) Gracie K Harold 2014

Thankful Thursday

"Stolen Beach Moments" (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

“Stolen Beach Moments” (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Happy #ThankfulThursday!

I am thankful for the latest stolen beach moments…as summer fades into autumn,

smoothies are replaced by spiced pumpkin drinks,

and lazy beach days are replaced by

lazy tailgating.

What are you thankful for?

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or even on Pinterest!

Pieces

Sometimes, glass has to be broken in order to make something new.

Occasionally, pieces are left looking jagged and rough.

Unexpectedly, though, the ARTIST solders and places each piece together in a complementary unity.

A new beauty emerges.

The lines aren’t always scars.

Sometimes, the lines are reminders that the ARTIST was here.

Intentionally Pieced Together (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Intentionally Pieced Together (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Today, may your eyes be opened to see the artistry.

Be loved.

Be. loved.

Rain Delays

"Rain" (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

“Rain” (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

“Rain Delays”

Rain.

Torrential downpour.

Overpowering.

 Soaking.

Drenching…and revealing that which was previously hidden.

Exposure.

A deluge.

My fear of being washed away and lost breaks open, and is replaced by comfort, safety, warmth and the realization of truth.

I am loved.

I am safe.

The truth permeates my soul.

Rain delays movement and slows me down so that I can grow.

Rain delays nourish my parched soul

and I heal.

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Farm Life

 

Life on the Farm always brings about a feeling of restoration to me.  Below is a gallery that I have compiled over this Summer.

I hope it refreshes your soul, as it has mine.

Be still.  Be alive. Be loved.

Rural Life (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Rural Life (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

 

Remembrance 9/11

Remembrance (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Remembrance (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

“Remembrance”

by Gracie K. Harold

I remember horror as the 2nd plane crashed.

I remember panic and fear.

I remember swelling pride for our fellow brothers and sisters; the unafraid, the unflinching, the unselfish.

Those who ran in…never to walk out.

I remember a sleepless vigil, waiting by a phone that refused to ring.

I remember falling to my knees at the sound of my brother’s voice,

collapsing into relieved sobs as my pregnant belly heaved with every breath.

He had been there, a mere hours before.

He had changed plans at the last moment.

It took him two years to expose his own grief and tell us

how his best friend had died on September 11.

Now, I carry the memories of the acrid reality that lingered over the city…

months after the attacks.

I carry the deep respect and loyalty for the brave men and women who

choose daily to run in…whether or not they will ever walk out.

Remembrance 2 (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014

Remembrance 2 (c)Gracie K. Harold 2014