Lately, I've been finding myself drowning under the computer-related aspects of running a photography business. Necessary? Yes. Inspiring, rewarding, making me feel like frolicking through a field of daisies? Not necessarily.

This weekend, I've decided to simply take photos. Mainly because I've forgotten what weekends are lately (or evenings, or lunch breaks, etc). Just the last couple of days, I've made myself take an hour while the sun is going down just to sit out on the porch and enjoy a good book (Sherlock Holmes, of course). This needs to happen more often.

This weekend, we're headed to my parent's house to paint. Then back here to build a fence in our yard for Prudence. So, instead of obsessing about contracts and marketing and editing, I will simply photograph.

Here's a little starter: our house while the sun was going just behind the trees. I'm in love with this place.

Til Monday.

Back in April, before things got crazy with Chelsey's wedding, I got a chance to wander around the farm and shoot some photos. As I reveled in the silence of my childhood playground, I found myself at peace for the first time in months. With no one but a few furry friends for company, I was able to put my thoughts in some sort of order. There is something to be said for the simple life... I have always hated cities, busyness and chaos. I will infinitely prefer the quiet company of a few close friends than the hustle and bustle of downtown life. I am truly a product of my childhood environment, it would seem.